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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2622 | 2016-08-03 08:55:54 | 107.21 | 94% |
| 2387 | 2015-07-21 15:53:42 | 75.28 | 90% |
| 2044 | 2015-01-02 09:28:11 | 76.58 | 89% |
| 1797 | 2014-12-22 15:40:45 | 79.98 | 92% |
| 1190 | 2013-12-28 07:33:33 | 88.29 | 94% |
| 1128 | 2013-12-21 16:15:33 | 80.18 | 94% |