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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1537 | 2016-07-06 10:50:59 | 63.88 | 89% |
| 1094 | 2013-08-17 06:39:05 | 68.15 | 94% |
| 669 | 2013-08-08 09:56:17 | 66.01 | 96% |
| 79 | 2013-06-27 05:59:17 | 45.37 | 83% |