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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 807 | 2014-01-01 11:42:51 | 64.73 | 96% |
| 734 | 2013-12-07 08:06:44 | 65.24 | 97% |
| 385 | 2013-10-28 13:31:34 | 63.42 | 98% |
| 214 | 2013-10-17 14:17:03 | 54.80 | 91% |