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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 830 | 2014-06-17 05:48:44 | 47.56 | 93% |
| 522 | 2012-04-16 22:07:27 | 45.47 | 92% |
| 357 | 2012-04-06 19:36:55 | 38.98 | 88% |
| 171 | 2012-03-30 22:11:08 | 37.68 | 87% |