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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1114 | 2016-02-17 12:22:35 | 36.84 | 86% |
| 970 | 2012-10-04 14:06:43 | 49.08 | 90% |
| 816 | 2012-09-27 15:18:06 | 52.69 | 95% |
| 496 | 2012-09-12 17:16:00 | 55.93 | 96% |
| 257 | 2012-09-03 20:34:27 | 48.78 | 95% |