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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 935 | 2014-04-04 11:30:03 | 68.23 | 95% |
| 800 | 2014-03-28 07:20:16 | 73.72 | 98% |
| 522 | 2014-03-19 20:19:01 | 66.81 | 95% |
| 452 | 2014-03-19 03:03:07 | 63.94 | 96% |