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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 714 | 2014-03-07 15:00:07 | 74.69 | 97% |
| 356 | 2014-02-13 15:38:29 | 73.06 | 96% |
| 136 | 2014-01-16 19:46:19 | 60.10 | 91% |