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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1152 | 2016-04-02 09:22:48 | 62.48 | 95% |
| 945 | 2015-10-21 12:33:01 | 77.89 | 96% |
| 399 | 2015-06-21 08:44:51 | 62.81 | 91% |
| 202 | 2015-05-13 12:18:06 | 54.75 | 89% |