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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1386 | 2015-03-01 02:10:36 | 93.70 | 89% |
| 1167 | 2014-12-29 03:27:11 | 89.12 | 85% |
| 875 | 2014-08-28 00:38:18 | 90.49 | 87% |
| 648 | 2014-08-20 01:45:17 | 96.46 | 93% |
| 308 | 2014-03-03 21:23:27 | 82.35 | 89% |
| 171 | 2014-01-22 03:44:03 | 89.98 | 91% |
| 28 | 2013-04-09 00:59:47 | 72.91 | 86% |