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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2203 | 2014-03-06 07:11:46 | 67.73 | 92% |
| 2077 | 2014-03-05 11:56:29 | 58.32 | 88% |
| 1839 | 2013-10-04 12:29:03 | 65.70 | 93% |
| 1234 | 2013-07-19 07:27:45 | 65.34 | 94% |
| 1230 | 2013-07-19 07:13:19 | 69.44 | 94% |
| 448 | 2012-12-28 11:34:07 | 67.88 | 95% |
| 437 | 2012-12-28 11:08:31 | 71.60 | 95% |