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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2897 | 2016-10-28 00:57:40 | 72.22 | 94% |
| 1473 | 2014-12-30 09:57:38 | 78.68 | 98% |
| 963 | 2013-11-14 16:02:29 | 63.89 | 96% |
| 507 | 2013-09-19 04:38:30 | 67.94 | 95% |
| 199 | 2013-07-26 10:39:31 | 39.38 | 86% |
| 141 | 2013-07-24 12:58:32 | 46.34 | 93% |