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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 481 | 2015-06-23 14:23:41 | 48.35 | 95% |
| 477 | 2015-06-23 14:16:28 | 47.01 | 94% |
| 395 | 2015-06-22 06:22:47 | 43.46 | 93% |