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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1487 | 2016-03-04 02:09:25 | 63.08 | 90% |
| 1421 | 2016-02-18 21:52:06 | 67.01 | 93% |
| 877 | 2015-12-08 21:59:57 | 72.63 | 95% |
| 713 | 2015-11-11 17:50:39 | 69.63 | 93% |
| 275 | 2015-09-10 01:31:24 | 65.60 | 93% |