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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 299 | 2015-05-01 04:57:44 | 34.72 | 97% |
| 169 | 2015-04-26 03:20:05 | 30.78 | 96% |
| 71 | 2015-04-24 12:44:30 | 31.56 | 98% |