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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1763 | 2016-07-22 15:58:03 | 78.95 | 96% |
| 1376 | 2015-09-02 21:27:29 | 85.13 | 97% |
| 1342 | 2015-08-27 13:15:36 | 86.77 | 98% |
| 864 | 2015-06-19 13:15:56 | 77.16 | 97% |
| 257 | 2015-02-14 21:19:02 | 69.28 | 95% |
| 213 | 2015-02-13 00:28:00 | 69.04 | 95% |