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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2116 | 2014-10-16 17:32:25 | 63.67 | 94% |
| 1978 | 2014-03-08 16:08:57 | 59.15 | 92% |
| 1715 | 2013-05-02 06:09:34 | 53.17 | 88% |
| 1572 | 2013-02-09 07:36:58 | 62.81 | 95% |
| 1037 | 2012-08-24 15:16:11 | 51.83 | 93% |
| 371 | 2012-07-10 14:17:34 | 32.68 | 84% |