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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1779 | 2014-03-30 18:12:22 | 46.21 | 94% |
| 1456 | 2014-03-02 03:10:17 | 37.88 | 89% |
| 1233 | 2014-02-20 02:59:31 | 46.33 | 96% |
| 738 | 2014-01-21 00:35:57 | 40.98 | 91% |
| 392 | 2014-01-07 17:26:34 | 41.56 | 97% |
| 333 | 2013-10-02 00:31:51 | 41.10 | 94% |