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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 906 | 2016-02-23 21:30:32 | 63.57 | 97% |
| 837 | 2016-01-05 22:06:34 | 56.13 | 93% |
| 202 | 2013-06-04 01:30:03 | 49.85 | 85% |