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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1918 | 2015-05-04 00:12:26 | 86.48 | 96% |
| 1440 | 2012-07-28 12:52:05 | 82.27 | 97% |
| 753 | 2012-03-29 00:37:53 | 71.62 | 95% |
| 1 | 2012-02-12 02:23:18 | 59.63 | 98% |