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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1866 | 2014-07-26 14:24:51 | 67.61 | 97% |
| 511 | 2014-05-03 08:00:12 | 63.10 | 97% |
| 505 | 2014-05-03 07:52:53 | 71.30 | 98% |
| 263 | 2014-04-12 12:27:53 | 54.79 | 89% |