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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1985 | 2014-10-19 12:56:27 | 79.87 | 95% |
| 1892 | 2014-09-29 13:28:26 | 82.72 | 97% |
| 1410 | 2014-04-05 14:27:22 | 65.32 | 97% |
| 4 | 2013-07-20 18:25:39 | 48.76 | 92% |