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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1246 | 2015-06-24 15:56:53 | 53.75 | 90% |
| 1182 | 2015-05-23 07:27:07 | 53.78 | 88% |
| 694 | 2014-11-24 14:58:54 | 59.42 | 94% |
| 682 | 2014-11-23 12:39:40 | 47.37 | 88% |
| 505 | 2014-09-30 12:22:26 | 43.99 | 87% |