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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1269 | 2014-07-26 09:45:20 | 55.57 | 94% |
| 970 | 2014-02-16 19:45:15 | 49.95 | 90% |
| 164 | 2013-09-05 16:23:09 | 53.04 | 96% |