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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1597 | 2014-04-25 14:55:36 | 103.54 | 95% |
| 1240 | 2013-12-05 22:59:05 | 97.27 | 95% |
| 614 | 2012-12-29 13:38:14 | 93.80 | 99% |
| 197 | 2012-08-03 18:58:47 | 107.96 | 100% |