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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1803 | 2014-10-23 17:52:25 | 55.77 | 97% |
| 1769 | 2014-10-23 10:59:28 | 54.48 | 96% |
| 1542 | 2014-10-16 14:49:55 | 52.08 | 93% |
| 468 | 2013-08-06 12:28:49 | 42.96 | 91% |