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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 538 | 2014-04-30 17:20:19 | 47.35 | 86% |
| 491 | 2014-04-21 18:22:47 | 45.56 | 82% |
| 474 | 2014-04-17 19:14:12 | 50.32 | 87% |