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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1172 | 2014-03-08 12:00:13 | 64.14 | 95% |
| 771 | 2013-11-02 06:05:08 | 64.08 | 96% |
| 646 | 2013-02-19 04:21:18 | 55.52 | 93% |
| 585 | 2012-10-20 14:00:53 | 51.46 | 91% |