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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1416 | 2015-04-09 15:25:34 | 78.70 | 95% |
| 1362 | 2015-04-01 15:13:36 | 76.07 | 93% |
| 780 | 2014-12-09 16:45:36 | 76.12 | 96% |
| 672 | 2014-11-19 15:57:26 | 68.16 | 92% |
| 236 | 2014-09-17 19:46:53 | 69.26 | 97% |
| 78 | 2014-09-08 19:49:14 | 69.48 | 98% |