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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 599 | 2015-05-04 11:41:40 | 78.67 | 90% |
| 566 | 2015-04-03 17:41:53 | 92.87 | 95% |
| 476 | 2015-03-26 16:53:42 | 82.50 | 90% |
| 137 | 2014-10-15 14:06:56 | 67.60 | 89% |