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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1294 | 2014-03-13 14:23:17 | 58.90 | 89% |
| 1099 | 2014-02-25 10:10:20 | 59.06 | 90% |
| 1096 | 2014-02-25 09:59:13 | 62.25 | 91% |
| 593 | 2014-01-14 10:43:36 | 54.31 | 93% |
| 488 | 2014-01-10 18:23:53 | 54.35 | 95% |
| 419 | 2014-01-09 05:55:56 | 51.98 | 94% |
| 213 | 2013-10-28 12:20:40 | 45.96 | 94% |