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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2034 | 2015-12-01 16:37:07 | 41.14 | 88% |
| 1491 | 2015-09-28 13:48:30 | 39.56 | 91% |
| 920 | 2014-04-10 15:24:52 | 37.78 | 94% |
| 591 | 2014-03-31 16:42:57 | 35.75 | 93% |
| 488 | 2014-03-27 14:41:21 | 32.27 | 93% |