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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 602 | 2015-02-27 01:08:17 | 86.79 | 95% |
| 297 | 2015-01-07 19:58:50 | 80.12 | 92% |
| 240 | 2015-01-03 03:47:26 | 95.16 | 99% |