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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 624 | 2014-09-09 07:13:36 | 71.84 | 97% |
| 243 | 2014-08-12 16:56:04 | 56.48 | 92% |
| 26 | 2014-02-05 17:54:07 | 65.02 | 94% |