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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2076 | 2014-06-24 13:13:57 | 104.92 | 94% |
| 1321 | 2014-06-03 18:31:13 | 92.15 | 83% |
| 1174 | 2014-05-31 23:25:44 | 97.45 | 96% |
| 550 | 2014-05-15 12:07:38 | 79.08 | 81% |
| 381 | 2014-05-13 11:53:12 | 82.86 | 81% |
| 117 | 2014-05-08 18:26:42 | 77.60 | 83% |