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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 996 | 2014-12-30 17:57:26 | 86.66 | 97% |
| 522 | 2013-09-06 08:52:36 | 79.40 | 97% |
| 173 | 2013-08-08 22:13:32 | 58.61 | 92% |
| 144 | 2013-08-06 11:10:51 | 74.39 | 98% |