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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1011 | 2015-10-25 12:48:57 | 69.28 | 92% |
| 994 | 2015-10-25 12:33:01 | 74.75 | 94% |
| 452 | 2015-05-20 20:42:27 | 71.91 | 96% |
| 450 | 2015-05-12 13:56:50 | 64.85 | 94% |