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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1074 | 2014-11-03 20:31:31 | 75.24 | 96% |
| 1037 | 2014-10-31 14:39:31 | 75.06 | 96% |
| 629 | 2014-08-07 20:46:58 | 64.15 | 96% |
| 518 | 2014-08-04 04:14:15 | 57.95 | 94% |
| 506 | 2014-08-04 03:58:17 | 58.47 | 94% |
| 148 | 2014-07-22 00:13:20 | 45.98 | 98% |
| 117 | 2014-07-20 16:51:56 | 44.13 | 97% |
| 52 | 2014-07-19 23:08:51 | 36.99 | 93% |