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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 559 | 2015-01-11 18:59:48 | 60.15 | 96% |
| 524 | 2014-11-10 19:40:00 | 51.35 | 90% |
| 325 | 2014-08-27 18:07:57 | 48.95 | 92% |