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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2785 | 2014-08-27 15:13:35 | 102.88 | 94% |
| 2747 | 2014-08-27 12:46:19 | 99.28 | 93% |
| 2612 | 2014-08-23 08:12:21 | 94.35 | 93% |
| 2361 | 2014-07-16 14:48:40 | 95.51 | 97% |
| 2117 | 2013-08-26 12:24:50 | 107.79 | 96% |