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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1136 | 2014-08-11 18:55:34 | 71.68 | 93% |
| 1102 | 2014-07-11 21:33:31 | 70.71 | 94% |
| 851 | 2013-12-18 11:39:09 | 66.50 | 91% |