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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 560 | 2014-10-15 14:48:27 | 72.70 | 95% |
| 320 | 2014-07-30 13:22:31 | 71.88 | 98% |
| 315 | 2014-07-29 21:21:53 | 77.50 | 97% |
| 301 | 2014-07-28 21:26:39 | 75.75 | 97% |
| 179 | 2014-07-16 17:27:17 | 73.99 | 97% |