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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1004 | 2014-10-10 03:16:35 | 64.08 | 92% |
| 585 | 2014-09-20 17:36:26 | 57.60 | 92% |
| 555 | 2014-09-20 03:42:54 | 53.59 | 89% |