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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2205 | 2016-10-05 21:24:32 | 82.69 | 93% |
| 1474 | 2014-06-09 20:29:43 | 89.76 | 97% |
| 1159 | 2014-02-15 16:56:17 | 85.66 | 97% |
| 1032 | 2013-12-19 15:01:52 | 86.03 | 98% |
| 555 | 2013-08-17 18:57:38 | 86.41 | 95% |
| 273 | 2013-07-16 16:50:54 | 72.75 | 95% |