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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3445 | 2017-01-12 23:25:25 | 73.07 | 97% |
| 3365 | 2017-01-04 23:51:47 | 73.33 | 93% |
| 3118 | 2016-11-21 21:20:01 | 73.21 | 95% |
| 2802 | 2016-10-11 22:58:01 | 69.76 | 95% |
| 1515 | 2016-01-27 21:36:28 | 74.53 | 96% |
| 1045 | 2015-11-08 23:33:12 | 70.78 | 96% |