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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1401 | 2015-06-12 19:22:06 | 83.20 | 98% |
| 1358 | 2015-05-05 14:18:52 | 70.72 | 96% |
| 1342 | 2015-05-05 07:32:42 | 73.45 | 98% |
| 1108 | 2014-11-01 16:36:23 | 61.57 | 93% |
| 149 | 2014-01-23 20:08:16 | 47.59 | 90% |