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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 317 | 2016-10-18 09:58:03 | 30.59 | 84% |
| 102 | 2016-09-29 08:54:56 | 33.98 | 78% |
| 34 | 2016-09-28 04:12:35 | 35.34 | 82% |
| 13 | 2016-09-27 05:47:54 | 35.86 | 85% |