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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2799 | 2016-10-11 18:01:24 | 96.81 | 91% |
| 1683 | 2016-05-26 11:42:02 | 104.84 | 92% |
| 1646 | 2016-05-17 14:58:17 | 99.48 | 94% |
| 81 | 2015-04-21 11:05:53 | 71.16 | 86% |
| 28 | 2015-04-20 07:36:07 | 73.57 | 86% |