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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1918 | 2015-12-17 13:06:18 | 90.12 | 93% |
| 1592 | 2015-11-28 23:25:42 | 71.18 | 86% |
| 96 | 2011-07-31 22:19:43 | 57.89 | 87% |