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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3234 | 2016-03-25 13:25:56 | 120.23 | 96% |
| 2652 | 2016-02-04 13:07:41 | 110.74 | 91% |
| 2611 | 2016-01-31 23:15:48 | 117.52 | 94% |
| 369 | 2012-02-28 11:10:30 | 94.68 | 96% |
| 38 | 2011-04-16 06:14:05 | 75.37 |