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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1145 | 2016-08-11 18:26:59 | 74.18 | 95% |
| 1063 | 2016-08-10 21:59:34 | 73.31 | 94% |
| 796 | 2016-07-28 00:36:42 | 77.33 | 98% |