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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2048 | 2017-02-21 10:40:28 | 75.26 | 96% |
| 1604 | 2016-07-13 03:49:28 | 67.91 | 93% |
| 501 | 2015-02-06 10:29:57 | 65.90 | 96% |
| 143 | 2014-07-31 08:40:17 | 51.25 | 89% |