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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1490 | 2015-01-16 04:14:36 | 56.15 | 87% |
| 744 | 2014-12-21 05:25:32 | 56.18 | 90% |
| 210 | 2014-11-19 07:06:58 | 41.07 | 86% |