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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1975 | 2014-05-23 09:34:53 | 73.12 | 95% |
| 1481 | 2014-05-20 13:42:58 | 72.97 | 96% |
| 925 | 2013-09-27 12:47:04 | 73.65 | 98% |
| 905 | 2013-09-27 09:49:50 | 72.85 | 96% |
| 647 | 2013-09-22 06:03:35 | 61.88 | 98% |