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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1135 | 2015-11-30 16:01:19 | 96.46 | 94% |
| 866 | 2015-11-19 18:28:37 | 98.38 | 95% |
| 451 | 2015-11-17 17:39:27 | 77.59 | 87% |