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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2402 | 2014-12-20 17:51:35 | 68.62 | 93% |
| 2106 | 2014-12-08 16:19:57 | 73.19 | 96% |
| 1968 | 2014-12-06 00:23:37 | 67.41 | 93% |
| 966 | 2014-11-19 11:55:08 | 68.04 | 94% |
| 627 | 2014-11-10 08:12:41 | 67.58 | 94% |
| 178 | 2014-10-08 14:23:08 | 51.32 | 92% |