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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2037 | 2015-03-31 17:37:40 | 73.64 | 94% |
| 1207 | 2015-03-02 23:58:23 | 61.93 | 93% |
| 604 | 2015-02-19 23:25:03 | 56.86 | 91% |