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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2063 | 2017-02-27 16:14:32 | 62.48 | 88% |
| 1665 | 2016-08-30 14:47:48 | 54.18 | 88% |
| 1530 | 2016-08-05 06:41:31 | 61.68 | 92% |
| 1295 | 2016-07-19 12:30:46 | 54.56 | 88% |
| 222 | 2016-01-28 13:10:52 | 46.19 | 95% |
| 146 | 2016-01-25 15:46:09 | 44.16 | 94% |