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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1941 | 2016-09-25 12:24:17 | 74.57 | 97% |
| 1369 | 2016-09-05 21:12:33 | 72.12 | 98% |
| 847 | 2016-08-18 16:10:39 | 63.01 | 96% |
| 226 | 2013-06-20 16:05:30 | 37.60 | 89% |