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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1538 | 2014-07-04 04:28:08 | 59.64 | 92% |
| 1328 | 2014-06-25 05:36:10 | 64.09 | 93% |
| 1173 | 2014-06-12 05:04:33 | 57.69 | 90% |
| 1106 | 2014-06-11 04:16:56 | 61.30 | 95% |
| 1017 | 2014-06-06 06:18:43 | 55.97 | 92% |
| 379 | 2012-06-14 18:26:15 | 54.41 | 94% |
| 208 | 2011-07-15 15:02:24 | 51.52 | 97% |