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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2701 | 2016-10-15 11:17:59 | 68.78 | 90% |
| 1279 | 2015-07-07 11:18:52 | 64.41 | 94% |
| 660 | 2014-12-01 22:03:12 | 48.10 | 89% |
| 337 | 2014-07-22 04:46:10 | 57.94 | 98% |