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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1687 | 2014-02-21 07:51:26 | 45.35 | 95% |
| 1544 | 2014-02-19 07:12:32 | 42.77 | 93% |
| 1221 | 2014-02-05 07:37:04 | 37.98 | 95% |