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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 398 | 2015-09-24 21:07:18 | 94.53 | 86% |
| 306 | 2015-03-11 17:38:36 | 78.18 | 82% |
| 256 | 2015-01-10 01:36:27 | 87.13 | 90% |
| 194 | 2014-12-11 18:34:18 | 78.85 | 91% |