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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2241 | 2017-08-30 18:32:46 | 113.58 | 97% |
| 1581 | 2017-03-28 00:24:19 | 116.54 | 96% |
| 1027 | 2017-03-05 11:54:48 | 111.48 | 95% |
| 315 | 2015-06-26 20:05:17 | 113.49 | 99% |
| 223 | 2015-06-10 04:50:36 | 93.67 | 92% |