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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2386 | 2014-11-23 14:54:46 | 74.41 | 97% |
| 2325 | 2014-11-21 15:01:49 | 74.93 | 97% |
| 1573 | 2014-10-18 09:40:49 | 74.35 | 97% |
| 1158 | 2014-09-28 06:04:56 | 69.34 | 99% |