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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1588 | 2014-08-17 14:57:58 | 93.12 | 94% |
| 1304 | 2014-07-16 09:31:54 | 95.91 | 93% |
| 1300 | 2014-07-16 08:58:35 | 87.89 | 93% |