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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1388 | 2015-04-17 14:57:51 | 83.92 | 97% |
| 1124 | 2014-11-11 01:45:04 | 71.82 | 94% |
| 1053 | 2014-11-05 00:28:02 | 64.25 | 91% |
| 976 | 2014-10-31 00:17:09 | 73.31 | 95% |
| 700 | 2014-09-24 13:52:15 | 64.00 | 90% |
| 159 | 2014-07-16 09:35:26 | 65.13 | 93% |
| 124 | 2014-07-15 14:07:55 | 62.41 | 94% |