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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2908 | 2017-05-30 07:00:20 | 54.41 | 90% |
| 2671 | 2016-06-03 01:54:47 | 55.23 | 90% |
| 2648 | 2016-05-30 10:41:34 | 41.52 | 82% |
| 2560 | 2016-04-29 08:14:50 | 52.06 | 88% |
| 1914 | 2016-01-17 06:36:08 | 49.72 | 86% |
| 827 | 2015-12-01 05:09:39 | 49.06 | 90% |