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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 855 | 2015-08-01 19:12:14 | 50.36 | 96% |
| 713 | 2015-07-29 17:22:03 | 47.78 | 93% |
| 325 | 2013-11-27 16:09:46 | 48.04 | 93% |
| 219 | 2013-11-23 09:48:32 | 39.64 | 90% |