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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1031 | 2015-03-26 20:47:48 | 75.32 | 96% |
| 675 | 2015-02-10 02:44:43 | 68.72 | 93% |
| 513 | 2014-10-02 22:03:50 | 69.55 | 90% |