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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1264 | 2015-05-08 05:54:08 | 70.29 | 94% |
| 620 | 2015-04-22 20:40:26 | 78.11 | 96% |
| 447 | 2015-04-21 04:30:26 | 60.33 | 90% |