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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2481 | 2015-06-26 14:39:09 | 108.10 | 97% |
| 2134 | 2015-06-12 01:50:57 | 80.69 | 91% |
| 539 | 2015-05-18 07:28:45 | 75.91 | 93% |