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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1589 | 2016-11-26 20:51:05 | 96.06 | 94% |
| 1222 | 2015-09-11 15:24:45 | 112.20 | 99% |
| 625 | 2015-06-22 21:15:36 | 97.39 | 100% |
| 566 | 2015-06-22 14:13:54 | 93.42 | 97% |
| 565 | 2015-06-22 14:13:11 | 87.30 | 95% |
| 284 | 2015-03-13 11:57:10 | 92.03 | 97% |