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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4289 | 2016-01-06 23:58:17 | 68.65 | 93% |
| 3664 | 2015-02-28 03:16:39 | 80.58 | 97% |
| 3463 | 2014-12-18 12:51:30 | 70.93 | 95% |
| 3434 | 2014-12-18 01:30:21 | 80.67 | 95% |
| 2573 | 2014-11-11 16:29:04 | 70.21 | 94% |
| 404 | 2014-03-10 19:26:03 | 75.53 | 96% |