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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2574 | 2016-04-22 11:01:53 | 68.77 | 100% |
| 2351 | 2015-12-12 14:26:44 | 65.18 | 100% |
| 1377 | 2013-05-01 08:45:48 | 59.95 | 100% |
| 1027 | 2013-04-21 05:02:00 | 60.29 | 96% |
| 294 | 2013-03-27 13:35:48 | 46.99 | 98% |