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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1130 | 2014-05-29 12:36:34 | 69.50 | 89% |
| 985 | 2013-09-28 14:09:49 | 67.29 | 92% |
| 827 | 2013-07-10 05:34:22 | 65.96 | 90% |
| 85 | 2013-04-14 03:18:24 | 58.22 | 94% |