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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 853 | 2014-10-31 03:07:03 | 57.01 | 93% |
| 378 | 2014-06-12 04:59:40 | 57.26 | 92% |
| 86 | 2014-06-10 03:29:37 | 63.30 | 97% |
| 83 | 2014-06-09 06:57:04 | 55.44 | 95% |