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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1130 | 2016-09-22 00:18:37 | 50.51 | 91% |
| 502 | 2014-04-24 08:25:57 | 62.59 | 96% |
| 250 | 2014-03-17 07:09:04 | 50.69 | 88% |
| 111 | 2014-03-06 07:12:00 | 52.77 | 90% |