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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2357 | 2016-04-13 18:24:50 | 128.82 | 92% |
| 1472 | 2014-02-01 03:07:32 | 144.19 | 95% |
| 631 | 2013-01-03 02:19:46 | 125.90 | 92% |
| 451 | 2012-12-03 20:15:59 | 110.05 | 96% |
| 317 | 2012-11-30 05:25:00 | 125.15 | 94% |
| 82 | 2012-11-17 06:41:40 | 120.94 | 95% |