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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2640 | 2015-04-22 08:51:10 | 60.31 | 95% |
| 1598 | 2013-09-16 11:49:28 | 51.24 | 95% |
| 928 | 2013-08-29 14:40:39 | 50.64 | 91% |
| 662 | 2013-08-24 13:45:19 | 47.00 | 91% |