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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1303 | 2015-07-23 15:13:48 | 57.55 | 96% |
| 1210 | 2015-07-21 17:56:20 | 57.29 | 98% |
| 723 | 2015-06-18 19:40:10 | 54.40 | 96% |
| 645 | 2015-06-17 14:21:24 | 54.63 | 96% |