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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1324 | 2016-02-29 06:52:24 | 70.10 | 90% |
| 1247 | 2016-02-23 16:52:53 | 73.04 | 96% |
| 256 | 2015-09-20 03:28:39 | 66.13 | 91% |