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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1236 | 2014-05-19 19:29:23 | 49.00 | 80% |
| 526 | 2014-05-15 17:19:54 | 53.07 | 86% |
| 174 | 2014-05-10 16:52:40 | 50.95 | 85% |