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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3670 | 2014-10-19 23:36:48 | 80.70 | 96% |
| 3636 | 2014-10-17 17:26:10 | 73.33 | 94% |
| 3491 | 2014-10-14 22:27:23 | 57.37 | 87% |
| 3372 | 2014-10-10 20:36:56 | 70.15 | 93% |
| 2885 | 2014-10-02 20:14:27 | 64.42 | 91% |
| 2655 | 2014-09-24 18:56:11 | 69.74 | 96% |
| 2001 | 2014-09-02 01:51:44 | 54.39 | 90% |
| 1920 | 2014-09-01 19:17:58 | 63.67 | 94% |
| 1750 | 2014-08-26 16:10:30 | 62.23 | 95% |
| 1746 | 2014-08-26 15:29:40 | 55.93 | 95% |
| 93 | 2014-07-25 21:20:20 | 36.52 | 86% |