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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 587 | 2016-01-22 10:36:30 | 84.32 | 98% |
| 328 | 2016-01-18 10:21:59 | 75.81 | 97% |
| 200 | 2016-01-05 08:30:53 | 75.09 | 97% |