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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 229 | 2015-05-29 17:34:53 | 46.72 | 96% |
| 73 | 2015-05-10 08:21:47 | 38.27 | 92% |
| 46 | 2015-05-08 06:32:12 | 34.79 | 91% |