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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 979 | 2017-04-30 19:18:41 | 57.47 | 93% |
| 615 | 2015-12-26 04:42:27 | 54.54 | 93% |
| 609 | 2015-12-25 20:49:45 | 50.32 | 88% |