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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1638 | 2018-03-24 21:05:09 | 57.11 | 95% |
| 1514 | 2017-11-15 02:05:13 | 47.72 | 94% |
| 1325 | 2017-06-29 21:37:07 | 56.44 | 97% |
| 541 | 2014-05-21 13:57:50 | 54.54 | 93% |
| 540 | 2014-05-21 13:56:38 | 50.19 | 92% |