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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 493 | 2016-01-19 07:59:09 | 60.62 | 92% |
| 262 | 2015-12-23 16:55:52 | 65.77 | 93% |
| 166 | 2015-12-20 10:59:09 | 60.12 | 89% |
| 120 | 2015-12-20 08:54:15 | 69.07 | 96% |