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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 945 | 2014-02-21 05:26:02 | 89.97 | 97% |
| 360 | 2014-01-15 07:39:12 | 89.79 | 98% |
| 278 | 2014-01-09 09:49:08 | 71.11 | 94% |
| 130 | 2013-01-14 17:44:55 | 74.83 | 95% |