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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1025 | 2014-10-13 21:20:41 | 59.07 | 94% |
| 971 | 2014-09-04 19:02:45 | 53.72 | 96% |
| 715 | 2014-09-01 14:54:17 | 54.63 | 98% |
| 236 | 2014-08-10 17:32:53 | 45.68 | 93% |