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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2899 | 2014-10-09 19:37:05 | 63.64 | 88% |
| 2725 | 2014-09-29 00:05:29 | 67.06 | 90% |
| 2104 | 2014-07-14 09:05:22 | 70.56 | 94% |
| 1910 | 2014-06-17 20:07:08 | 59.96 | 90% |
| 1427 | 2014-05-21 13:14:00 | 62.05 | 89% |
| 1013 | 2014-04-23 00:02:16 | 64.11 | 92% |
| 794 | 2014-04-07 21:45:49 | 63.72 | 92% |