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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1339 | 2014-06-08 19:55:06 | 68.11 | 93% |
| 613 | 2014-05-20 12:11:12 | 63.12 | 97% |
| 338 | 2014-05-13 13:35:16 | 59.32 | 93% |
| 315 | 2014-05-12 17:34:23 | 59.96 | 94% |