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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1849 | 2015-02-07 16:18:18 | 57.79 | 93% |
| 1218 | 2013-08-25 13:35:17 | 59.02 | 97% |
| 668 | 2013-05-14 16:58:26 | 49.16 | 93% |
| 214 | 2012-10-21 07:15:52 | 49.09 | 95% |