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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2683 | 2017-04-04 21:58:18 | 94.06 | 92% |
| 714 | 2017-01-22 18:06:43 | 81.62 | 92% |
| 265 | 2017-01-04 07:08:21 | 74.76 | 94% |