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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2002 | 2015-11-03 04:06:32 | 65.86 | 96% |
| 1932 | 2015-11-02 01:14:02 | 67.47 | 96% |
| 1157 | 2015-08-19 15:59:22 | 58.35 | 95% |
| 625 | 2015-08-11 13:45:59 | 53.02 | 94% |
| 384 | 2015-08-09 10:15:48 | 67.11 | 97% |