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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9734 | 2021-02-19 21:21:10 | 68.19 | 97.7% |
| 2017 | 2017-11-22 23:06:02 | 65.67 | 100% |
| 1144 | 2014-02-02 11:56:52 | 56.59 | 93% |
| 672 | 2014-01-11 19:38:00 | 45.34 | 91% |
| 661 | 2014-01-11 14:24:18 | 48.32 | 94% |
| 536 | 2013-04-25 16:08:14 | 44.40 | 91% |
| 456 | 2013-03-18 16:18:03 | 46.04 | 92% |