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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2820 | 2014-10-16 15:03:39 | 44.82 | 87% |
| 2754 | 2014-10-11 17:22:21 | 58.61 | 90% |
| 2613 | 2014-09-25 15:40:03 | 62.42 | 98% |
| 2442 | 2014-09-23 14:04:54 | 60.28 | 94% |
| 2428 | 2014-09-22 20:44:40 | 64.29 | 96% |
| 1617 | 2014-08-31 21:04:02 | 51.24 | 91% |
| 1038 | 2014-08-11 19:59:21 | 50.16 | 92% |
| 996 | 2014-08-11 15:23:18 | 52.72 | 91% |
| 586 | 2014-08-03 16:48:11 | 55.57 | 93% |