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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 676 | 2016-07-31 09:19:24 | 50.24 | 91% |
| 380 | 2015-04-28 04:44:10 | 45.08 | 93% |
| 158 | 2015-04-09 20:37:09 | 37.60 | 95% |