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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1109 | 2014-12-24 09:14:49 | 60.68 | 83% |
| 548 | 2013-09-02 04:33:05 | 44.91 | 78% |
| 303 | 2013-08-17 12:00:31 | 53.65 | 87% |