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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 447 | 2015-11-06 12:32:57 | 82.24 | 97% |
| 339 | 2015-04-09 12:12:23 | 78.84 | 93% |
| 233 | 2015-03-17 11:27:59 | 67.95 | 92% |