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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1116 | 2013-09-05 17:25:39 | 44.98 | 95% |
| 1020 | 2013-09-03 15:47:17 | 46.83 | 97% |
| 839 | 2013-09-01 22:30:07 | 44.31 | 96% |
| 35 | 2013-08-16 15:30:09 | 35.21 | 96% |