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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2002 | 2016-01-27 02:25:53 | 60.30 | 95% |
| 1662 | 2015-10-12 05:37:01 | 55.10 | 94% |
| 1579 | 2015-08-09 23:36:43 | 53.23 | 92% |
| 948 | 2014-09-09 02:06:36 | 50.97 | 90% |
| 425 | 2014-08-17 21:54:30 | 51.18 | 94% |
| 52 | 2014-08-12 20:15:57 | 49.33 | 96% |