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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 307 | 2014-10-30 15:51:09 | 69.12 | 86% |
| 96 | 2014-10-23 07:57:46 | 83.07 | 93% |
| 59 | 2014-10-22 02:59:34 | 55.72 | 82% |