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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1924 | 2017-05-25 05:52:13 | 76.29 | 81% |
| 958 | 2016-02-21 09:02:45 | 77.40 | 92% |
| 754 | 2012-10-28 01:41:19 | 81.13 | 86% |
| 509 | 2012-03-29 19:12:12 | 78.66 | 89% |