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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 569 | 2015-04-29 11:44:09 | 71.05 | 88% |
| 496 | 2014-08-03 07:29:07 | 72.17 | 90% |
| 234 | 2013-11-07 10:12:44 | 59.91 | 82% |
| 146 | 2013-07-13 12:23:26 | 65.53 | 88% |