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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2801 | 2016-12-04 05:30:33 | 76.22 | 95% |
| 2150 | 2016-09-06 16:13:23 | 66.81 | 90% |
| 1994 | 2016-08-19 00:30:41 | 74.84 | 96% |
| 1425 | 2016-05-09 16:15:32 | 66.58 | 90% |
| 1239 | 2016-04-28 01:28:55 | 64.32 | 91% |
| 1166 | 2016-04-22 22:22:29 | 58.70 | 89% |
| 378 | 2016-01-26 02:16:03 | 56.26 | 91% |