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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 854 | 2015-08-20 05:28:25 | 62.31 | 92% |
| 812 | 2015-08-19 15:59:21 | 58.77 | 90% |
| 803 | 2015-08-18 20:59:25 | 61.36 | 94% |
| 242 | 2015-01-18 17:56:28 | 51.45 | 91% |