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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3435 | 2017-06-08 09:33:18 | 70.35 | 97% |
| 2413 | 2015-01-01 18:03:38 | 59.64 | 94% |
| 927 | 2013-09-01 16:32:39 | 52.89 | 93% |
| 564 | 2013-08-11 13:14:18 | 56.95 | 92% |