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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1118 | 2015-08-24 03:00:57 | 39.99 | 87% |
| 656 | 2015-08-02 11:31:47 | 36.54 | 93% |
| 438 | 2015-07-24 01:46:28 | 33.78 | 91% |