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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 876 | 2016-10-17 08:03:00 | 123.38 | 94% |
| 785 | 2016-08-25 06:41:07 | 133.81 | 95% |
| 407 | 2013-11-17 06:45:20 | 129.20 | 92% |
| 204 | 2011-04-03 03:20:17 | 112.50 | |
| 185 | 2011-03-29 10:52:26 | 111.73 | |
| 82 | 2011-03-21 13:27:22 | 101.47 |