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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3363 | 2014-04-20 18:31:53 | 93.23 | 99% |
| 2731 | 2014-01-07 12:27:19 | 81.20 | 96% |
| 2617 | 2014-01-06 13:14:22 | 84.42 | 95% |
| 1092 | 2013-12-09 18:42:30 | 71.97 | 92% |
| 874 | 2013-12-02 22:18:29 | 77.69 | 98% |
| 568 | 2013-11-28 23:00:48 | 74.04 | 93% |
| 267 | 2013-11-22 12:45:40 | 76.34 | 93% |
| 151 | 2013-11-20 15:15:28 | 69.30 | 91% |