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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1086 | 2014-12-21 17:18:07 | 42.14 | 97% |
| 775 | 2014-12-15 00:40:20 | 38.95 | 94% |
| 291 | 2014-11-27 22:32:23 | 28.62 | 89% |