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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1270 | 2014-02-21 00:27:22 | 87.81 | 95% |
| 1085 | 2014-02-03 18:03:04 | 86.81 | 93% |
| 890 | 2014-01-21 22:52:23 | 89.17 | 96% |