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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1064 | 2016-10-21 00:54:42 | 63.16 | 91% |
| 956 | 2016-10-08 04:56:38 | 65.76 | 93% |
| 472 | 2013-06-10 03:39:32 | 62.26 | 91% |
| 347 | 2013-05-31 06:04:26 | 64.42 | 92% |
| 95 | 2013-05-17 16:49:30 | 65.82 | 95% |