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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2513 | 2014-09-13 19:58:08 | 72.71 | 86% |
| 2360 | 2014-08-16 02:44:17 | 92.23 | 96% |
| 1762 | 2014-01-04 22:22:20 | 63.54 | 89% |
| 1694 | 2013-11-30 00:37:52 | 87.06 | 95% |
| 1338 | 2013-08-16 12:17:49 | 44.32 | 89% |
| 424 | 2013-06-11 10:47:36 | 72.58 | 89% |