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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1123 | 2015-11-14 21:37:21 | 111.58 | 91% |
| 691 | 2014-04-19 01:46:30 | 129.19 | 98% |
| 665 | 2014-03-06 00:37:49 | 137.95 | 99% |
| 133 | 2014-01-17 01:48:55 | 122.80 | 97% |