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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1012 | 2014-02-19 07:12:26 | 46.55 | 95% |
| 566 | 2014-01-18 11:32:22 | 40.22 | 92% |
| 319 | 2014-01-06 17:25:40 | 38.37 | 94% |