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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 835 | 2014-03-26 19:07:24 | 64.48 | 94% |
| 604 | 2013-11-13 20:08:02 | 59.60 | 94% |
| 559 | 2013-11-01 19:26:02 | 55.41 | 91% |
| 506 | 2013-09-24 19:16:00 | 50.73 | 90% |