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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 863 | 2014-04-07 19:49:39 | 48.20 | 90% |
| 517 | 2014-03-25 18:06:39 | 49.53 | 92% |
| 330 | 2014-03-11 20:22:59 | 46.22 | 87% |