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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1347 | 2015-01-16 03:25:11 | 64.20 | 85% |
| 1333 | 2013-07-10 03:34:58 | 73.80 | 92% |
| 961 | 2013-02-05 10:18:49 | 59.86 | 86% |
| 876 | 2013-01-30 08:38:13 | 68.52 | 84% |
| 852 | 2013-01-29 11:07:38 | 79.53 | 91% |