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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1364 | 2016-09-26 09:48:24 | 49.40 | 92% |
| 1013 | 2015-11-20 14:36:40 | 52.79 | 95% |
| 865 | 2015-09-20 06:14:56 | 38.36 | 86% |