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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1014 | 2016-01-09 07:53:11 | 41.23 | 95% |
| 992 | 2016-01-08 18:00:01 | 40.40 | 91% |
| 624 | 2015-12-30 07:41:16 | 41.97 | 90% |
| 363 | 2015-12-26 15:46:58 | 30.94 | 84% |
| 168 | 2015-12-25 06:49:03 | 34.68 | 88% |