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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1628 | 2016-01-28 15:25:11 | 87.44 | 92% |
| 809 | 2015-10-01 12:35:55 | 70.40 | 92% |
| 123 | 2015-06-09 22:36:55 | 58.64 | 88% |