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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 202 | 2015-01-13 21:43:10 | 84.86 | 85% |
| 198 | 2015-01-01 22:30:38 | 115.34 | 99% |
| 76 | 2013-12-10 20:50:27 | 86.66 | 86% |