I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3312 | 2017-03-06 02:25:55 | 66.98 | 94% |
| 3048 | 2017-02-25 03:39:54 | 63.45 | 96% |
| 502 | 2016-12-22 19:18:35 | 43.76 | 92% |
| 336 | 2016-12-20 03:38:42 | 47.47 | 94% |