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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 799 | 2015-03-30 05:10:10 | 104.30 | 95% |
| 379 | 2014-12-29 03:27:11 | 88.04 | 90% |
| 373 | 2014-12-29 03:20:11 | 104.82 | 97% |
| 279 | 2014-12-18 19:04:58 | 91.63 | 90% |
| 28 | 2014-12-03 04:44:51 | 93.03 | 95% |