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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3517 | 2014-11-19 17:22:00 | 35.80 | 89% |
| 3057 | 2014-10-31 22:06:32 | 37.09 | 87% |
| 2993 | 2014-10-24 21:43:53 | 36.54 | 85% |
| 2155 | 2014-09-15 15:32:24 | 35.56 | 86% |
| 1492 | 2014-08-02 00:18:24 | 28.64 | 83% |
| 1140 | 2014-07-26 17:03:36 | 33.86 | 90% |
| 949 | 2014-07-20 16:52:21 | 32.92 | 90% |