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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4273 | 2014-05-21 23:27:32 | 75.50 | 93% |
| 4252 | 2014-05-20 16:54:53 | 67.90 | 92% |
| 4161 | 2014-05-04 18:22:05 | 60.10 | 85% |
| 3827 | 2014-02-24 12:47:53 | 62.94 | 89% |
| 2634 | 2013-12-12 00:01:13 | 73.12 | 98% |
| 1481 | 2013-10-16 13:28:53 | 58.82 | 91% |