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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1004 | 2015-09-18 21:43:25 | 76.71 | 93% |
| 954 | 2015-09-09 23:51:25 | 76.14 | 91% |
| 892 | 2015-09-03 00:48:06 | 61.93 | 87% |
| 26 | 2013-06-18 15:27:39 | 51.43 | 90% |