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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2756 | 2015-08-28 03:48:12 | 53.47 | 95% |
| 2579 | 2015-08-09 21:39:12 | 59.76 | 96% |
| 2293 | 2015-07-28 03:15:04 | 55.10 | 96% |