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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1772 | 2016-08-01 11:34:17 | 60.58 | 93% |
| 1609 | 2016-07-19 20:56:43 | 56.64 | 91% |
| 1322 | 2016-07-10 00:30:08 | 58.44 | 95% |
| 721 | 2016-04-15 20:09:55 | 56.28 | 91% |
| 627 | 2016-04-14 12:28:41 | 58.34 | 94% |