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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1664 | 2014-04-21 11:55:18 | 116.55 | 93% |
| 1317 | 2014-03-14 17:55:32 | 113.52 | 95% |
| 686 | 2014-01-14 20:08:37 | 99.45 | 93% |
| 560 | 2014-01-01 16:30:27 | 103.62 | 93% |
| 133 | 2013-11-30 21:10:46 | 100.00 | 97% |