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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5238 | 2014-07-10 22:10:50 | 90.77 | 93% |
| 5149 | 2014-07-10 19:16:50 | 87.95 | 91% |
| 5143 | 2014-07-10 19:07:02 | 107.39 | 99% |
| 4538 | 2014-07-03 15:08:17 | 80.30 | 91% |
| 4366 | 2014-07-02 16:05:28 | 89.52 | 95% |
| 3452 | 2014-06-24 20:42:47 | 88.77 | 94% |
| 3239 | 2014-06-23 20:49:04 | 74.67 | 88% |
| 1586 | 2014-06-11 16:11:02 | 80.40 | 90% |
| 1112 | 2014-06-10 15:50:58 | 89.23 | 94% |
| 828 | 2014-06-09 20:29:39 | 100.73 | 98% |
| 808 | 2014-06-09 20:10:22 | 77.25 | 93% |