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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 994 | 2016-07-21 19:04:09 | 100.63 | 95% |
| 972 | 2016-07-19 20:25:36 | 104.24 | 97% |
| 693 | 2016-04-21 06:21:16 | 88.19 | 94% |
| 277 | 2013-08-29 12:28:22 | 74.77 | 90% |
| 19 | 2013-08-22 18:29:15 | 77.23 | 88% |