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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1307 | 2014-12-16 04:19:23 | 130.61 | 93% |
| 894 | 2014-01-13 16:26:20 | 92.93 | 80% |
| 670 | 2014-01-09 05:23:41 | 91.25 | 80% |