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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1241 | 2015-08-30 04:12:26 | 64.33 | 97% |
| 727 | 2015-08-02 05:07:44 | 60.19 | 95% |
| 314 | 2012-11-19 03:55:34 | 50.99 | 96% |