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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1623 | 2014-04-06 01:45:13 | 84.17 | 95% |
| 1509 | 2014-03-15 00:04:56 | 75.02 | 90% |
| 809 | 2013-10-30 17:16:55 | 73.31 | 94% |