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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2109 | 2015-01-06 13:31:57 | 79.66 | 92% |
| 2085 | 2014-12-06 13:15:38 | 84.84 | 97% |
| 1719 | 2014-09-24 21:03:15 | 78.01 | 96% |
| 1324 | 2014-04-12 18:03:17 | 64.05 | 91% |
| 968 | 2014-01-14 13:46:27 | 71.10 | 94% |
| 384 | 2013-12-23 14:37:19 | 67.42 | 91% |
| 140 | 2013-07-14 16:06:09 | 66.43 | 96% |
| 133 | 2013-07-14 13:15:03 | 56.71 | 87% |