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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1356 | 2015-03-20 21:51:59 | 57.22 | 95% |
| 1349 | 2015-03-20 21:35:02 | 44.13 | 93% |
| 840 | 2015-03-08 07:15:23 | 50.10 | 98% |