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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 791 | 2015-05-11 22:20:06 | 129.67 | 92% |
| 669 | 2015-04-21 14:26:41 | 116.48 | 90% |
| 357 | 2015-04-09 19:26:11 | 126.09 | 95% |