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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2104 | 2013-10-18 14:21:09 | 53.96 | 89% |
| 1439 | 2013-09-01 05:50:09 | 67.80 | 97% |
| 820 | 2013-08-20 06:03:02 | 51.72 | 96% |
| 320 | 2013-08-12 05:55:42 | 56.54 | 98% |
| 34 | 2013-08-08 13:21:15 | 50.02 | 94% |