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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1384 | 2016-03-17 04:40:32 | 35.11 | 90% |
| 1208 | 2016-03-09 12:51:44 | 57.60 | 95% |
| 832 | 2015-12-17 11:06:01 | 56.38 | 94% |
| 749 | 2015-10-06 09:48:32 | 53.95 | 94% |