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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 674 | 2014-05-05 13:02:55 | 84.23 | 92% |
| 661 | 2014-05-03 21:40:44 | 87.90 | 91% |
| 326 | 2014-04-07 13:05:47 | 77.12 | 94% |