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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1094 | 2014-09-17 15:04:18 | 51.73 | 93% |
| 1090 | 2014-09-17 14:57:58 | 56.88 | 97% |
| 837 | 2014-09-09 13:23:50 | 57.38 | 99% |
| 806 | 2014-09-09 11:20:09 | 50.50 | 95% |
| 456 | 2013-04-06 11:56:40 | 41.88 | 91% |
| 177 | 2012-10-22 16:41:00 | 42.71 | 98% |
| 111 | 2012-09-30 08:02:54 | 36.51 | 93% |