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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 609 | 2015-08-11 12:32:11 | 39.75 | 87% |
| 448 | 2015-07-25 19:25:23 | 35.23 | 82% |
| 232 | 2015-07-11 12:25:59 | 34.18 | 89% |