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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1077 | 2014-08-29 17:54:24 | 79.09 | 93% |
| 985 | 2014-08-27 14:08:34 | 80.80 | 91% |
| 580 | 2014-08-22 14:37:27 | 80.65 | 93% |
| 190 | 2014-08-16 04:12:18 | 70.09 | 91% |