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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2317 | 2015-03-05 13:20:35 | 71.83 | 98% |
| 1994 | 2015-03-04 13:05:13 | 88.64 | 100% |
| 1587 | 2015-03-03 08:18:57 | 72.26 | 97% |
| 1010 | 2012-06-12 14:03:00 | 81.95 | 98% |
| 451 | 2010-08-30 17:30:30 | 54.44 | |
| 360 | 2010-08-29 16:31:57 | 53.76 |