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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1217 | 2013-07-27 03:59:32 | 58.49 | 95% |
| 834 | 2013-06-26 07:57:13 | 52.56 | 94% |
| 793 | 2013-06-25 09:28:26 | 48.42 | 93% |
| 747 | 2013-06-24 08:30:17 | 44.33 | 89% |