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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2158 | 2015-03-17 12:18:13 | 78.28 | 89% |
| 1755 | 2014-09-18 13:06:06 | 72.69 | 91% |
| 1440 | 2014-05-13 08:49:07 | 76.10 | 94% |
| 1375 | 2014-05-06 10:25:00 | 73.37 | 89% |
| 856 | 2014-03-06 15:26:15 | 76.08 | 92% |
| 279 | 2013-12-25 13:36:57 | 76.49 | 95% |
| 13 | 2013-12-02 08:37:25 | 75.36 | 94% |