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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 103 | 2014-09-17 19:46:42 | 90.02 | 96% |
| 67 | 2014-09-13 22:17:34 | 94.23 | 97% |
| 27 | 2014-09-13 18:36:46 | 87.64 | 94% |