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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2872 | 2015-12-09 03:26:41 | 72.08 | 95% |
| 2831 | 2015-11-25 16:37:00 | 65.49 | 93% |
| 2581 | 2015-07-21 06:20:16 | 69.33 | 93% |
| 898 | 2013-04-10 10:14:04 | 57.51 | 90% |
| 504 | 2013-03-26 06:56:01 | 53.68 | 90% |
| 252 | 2013-03-11 08:41:02 | 48.84 | 90% |
| 177 | 2013-03-09 04:53:43 | 48.59 | 90% |