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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 709 | 2015-07-09 13:02:17 | 78.93 | 98% |
| 677 | 2015-07-09 07:34:12 | 78.63 | 95% |
| 210 | 2015-05-16 06:49:52 | 74.27 | 96% |
| 27 | 2015-05-14 09:47:22 | 62.84 | 94% |