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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1066 | 2014-01-14 14:41:46 | 69.18 | 90% |
| 572 | 2013-11-22 21:43:20 | 70.57 | 94% |
| 546 | 2013-11-20 21:47:54 | 62.84 | 89% |
| 223 | 2013-11-05 18:28:38 | 68.24 | 91% |