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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1039 | 2015-11-23 23:24:32 | 68.74 | 96% |
| 919 | 2015-11-03 08:31:19 | 64.58 | 93% |
| 346 | 2015-09-12 00:47:38 | 61.92 | 97% |