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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1632 | 2014-04-11 07:56:47 | 75.43 | 86% |
| 1352 | 2013-07-03 02:30:50 | 90.66 | 93% |
| 1227 | 2013-06-22 22:00:52 | 95.67 | 97% |
| 1184 | 2013-06-22 02:22:42 | 85.48 | 91% |
| 827 | 2013-04-03 04:42:13 | 69.63 | 86% |