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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1236 | 2015-04-17 10:10:00 | 84.89 | 99% |
| 525 | 2015-02-16 12:04:38 | 79.69 | 99% |
| 151 | 2015-02-13 01:39:40 | 76.82 | 99% |