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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1014 | 2014-04-26 15:34:10 | 71.39 | 97% |
| 879 | 2014-04-20 13:28:47 | 70.26 | 95% |
| 801 | 2014-04-18 11:35:42 | 67.62 | 97% |
| 659 | 2014-04-17 10:44:13 | 68.24 | 95% |
| 553 | 2014-04-16 23:31:20 | 66.61 | 93% |
| 524 | 2014-04-16 22:58:41 | 62.26 | 94% |
| 441 | 2014-04-15 11:28:54 | 63.34 | 93% |
| 412 | 2014-04-13 18:37:50 | 73.66 | 98% |
| 312 | 2014-04-07 11:32:34 | 60.28 | 94% |
| 206 | 2013-02-17 22:00:53 | 66.52 | 91% |