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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1280 | 2016-11-28 01:36:29 | 72.56 | 93% |
| 1003 | 2016-04-19 00:47:24 | 78.09 | 97% |
| 779 | 2015-11-07 17:36:53 | 83.84 | 97% |
| 734 | 2015-11-02 21:17:27 | 90.46 | 99% |
| 694 | 2015-10-30 16:28:20 | 70.78 | 92% |