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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2067 | 2016-05-12 11:44:22 | 84.83 | 95% |
| 1301 | 2016-03-24 11:51:05 | 84.78 | 96% |
| 1169 | 2016-03-20 14:37:40 | 85.56 | 97% |