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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 312 | 2015-09-21 15:06:52 | 43.07 | 96% |
| 66 | 2015-09-02 03:14:31 | 40.43 | 96% |
| 22 | 2015-09-01 10:29:15 | 39.77 | 97% |