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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1068 | 2015-08-11 12:32:10 | 40.20 | 92% |
| 607 | 2015-08-05 12:06:27 | 37.65 | 94% |
| 421 | 2015-08-03 11:46:53 | 30.90 | 90% |