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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 260 | 2014-09-25 20:41:06 | 93.46 | 93% |
| 138 | 2013-10-07 22:55:59 | 81.64 | 92% |
| 72 | 2013-10-04 17:09:49 | 75.29 | 91% |
| 28 | 2013-10-01 01:58:49 | 78.05 | 91% |