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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2154 | 2016-09-02 17:03:40 | 107.12 | 98% |
| 2135 | 2016-08-23 20:43:47 | 111.13 | 99% |
| 444 | 2016-02-02 15:37:25 | 106.80 | 99% |
| 257 | 2016-01-28 23:50:34 | 89.57 | 96% |