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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1197 | 2014-09-12 07:50:26 | 80.59 | 94% |
| 1052 | 2014-07-11 07:24:25 | 83.55 | 95% |
| 368 | 2014-04-09 02:59:52 | 82.08 | 96% |
| 18 | 2014-03-17 09:49:29 | 67.73 | 95% |