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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2132 | 2016-12-06 14:52:06 | 99.34 | 95% |
| 2102 | 2016-12-05 20:00:13 | 93.08 | 93% |
| 1257 | 2016-10-25 18:48:27 | 96.41 | 96% |
| 404 | 2016-08-18 18:59:27 | 83.11 | 95% |