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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 975 | 2014-03-08 21:22:35 | 59.96 | 90% |
| 141 | 2013-07-05 20:47:40 | 63.26 | 95% |
| 66 | 2013-07-04 00:30:17 | 47.50 | 83% |