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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 329 | 2015-12-20 12:56:50 | 29.31 | 91% |
| 301 | 2015-12-19 20:05:04 | 47.56 | 95% |
| 131 | 2015-12-14 21:37:50 | 41.00 | 94% |