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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 956 | 2015-10-31 13:36:34 | 49.38 | 97% |
| 824 | 2015-10-21 23:48:39 | 53.07 | 99% |
| 272 | 2015-09-20 13:29:33 | 46.27 | 94% |
| 207 | 2015-09-15 11:07:13 | 47.85 | 97% |