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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 671 | 2016-11-13 04:46:40 | 80.54 | 98% |
| 154 | 2012-09-07 17:56:54 | 59.90 | 96% |
| 42 | 2012-08-29 21:53:52 | 59.43 | 92% |
| 17 | 2012-08-29 20:12:19 | 49.88 | 87% |