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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1797 | 2014-09-21 07:28:23 | 40.49 | 95% |
| 1448 | 2014-08-22 02:06:12 | 45.03 | 98% |
| 784 | 2014-07-05 02:13:08 | 34.89 | 100% |
| 144 | 2014-06-10 13:27:36 | 28.03 | 95% |