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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3308 | 2017-09-05 17:48:43 | 59.71 | 97% |
| 2238 | 2016-10-20 12:35:47 | 53.42 | 92% |
| 2050 | 2016-06-12 09:19:15 | 58.67 | 93% |
| 255 | 2015-12-22 16:52:30 | 47.40 | 90% |
| 114 | 2015-12-20 12:56:16 | 41.80 | 90% |