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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 706 | 2014-04-24 14:28:44 | 93.71 | 93% |
| 209 | 2013-10-24 18:56:42 | 78.20 | 98% |
| 203 | 2013-10-03 15:15:58 | 77.17 | 93% |
| 114 | 2013-04-19 12:47:55 | 62.61 | 89% |