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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 657 | 2014-09-11 11:17:59 | 55.02 | 87% |
| 358 | 2014-08-03 15:56:55 | 57.31 | 89% |
| 241 | 2014-07-21 12:37:50 | 52.94 | 90% |
| 75 | 2014-06-04 16:30:06 | 51.45 | 92% |