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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1864 | 2015-03-19 12:12:57 | 30.29 | 94% |
| 1861 | 2015-03-19 12:06:45 | 28.31 | 93% |
| 1583 | 2015-03-13 12:46:11 | 28.14 | 94% |
| 741 | 2014-01-15 14:00:54 | 23.02 | 92% |