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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 565 | 2015-12-29 04:23:57 | 89.77 | 94% |
| 484 | 2015-12-28 05:01:47 | 88.26 | 93% |
| 429 | 2015-12-27 06:37:30 | 84.51 | 93% |