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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2572 | 2015-07-07 13:19:34 | 63.19 | 91% |
| 2377 | 2015-06-23 17:01:15 | 70.52 | 92% |
| 1316 | 2015-05-22 19:38:12 | 53.46 | 88% |
| 549 | 2015-04-30 09:57:42 | 47.90 | 86% |