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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1392 | 2014-07-04 04:28:07 | 60.00 | 91% |
| 1157 | 2014-06-25 05:36:14 | 59.67 | 90% |
| 1051 | 2014-06-17 06:36:27 | 61.13 | 91% |
| 1009 | 2014-06-12 05:04:30 | 60.76 | 94% |
| 913 | 2014-06-06 06:18:37 | 61.89 | 98% |
| 844 | 2014-05-22 17:46:28 | 54.63 | 90% |
| 554 | 2014-04-21 08:45:18 | 38.51 | 90% |
| 549 | 2014-04-21 08:37:04 | 42.02 | 94% |