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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1438 | 2016-09-06 17:58:59 | 48.24 | 90% |
| 1044 | 2016-08-03 22:41:04 | 56.12 | 98% |
| 938 | 2016-07-19 21:22:12 | 50.66 | 93% |
| 336 | 2015-06-17 03:54:51 | 49.79 | 95% |
| 315 | 2015-06-17 02:04:26 | 54.27 | 97% |