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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 924 | 2015-10-30 16:24:48 | 68.53 | 90% |
| 895 | 2015-10-25 17:09:38 | 75.10 | 98% |
| 804 | 2015-10-24 03:22:10 | 72.66 | 92% |