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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 400 | 2015-10-22 04:17:07 | 42.89 | 89% |
| 172 | 2015-09-15 14:58:26 | 41.66 | 90% |
| 19 | 2014-10-05 01:26:06 | 45.89 | 91% |