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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 775 | 2014-11-30 16:36:20 | 50.71 | 84% |
| 461 | 2014-08-26 18:50:01 | 54.78 | 90% |
| 389 | 2014-08-18 12:06:13 | 47.59 | 88% |