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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 658 | 2015-10-07 13:54:56 | 69.77 | 88% |
| 605 | 2015-10-05 18:57:01 | 74.86 | 93% |
| 517 | 2015-09-29 19:31:01 | 77.93 | 94% |
| 512 | 2015-09-29 19:20:43 | 72.61 | 92% |