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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 932 | 2013-08-13 20:58:01 | 58.98 | 95% |
| 734 | 2013-08-06 15:08:26 | 51.42 | 93% |
| 702 | 2013-08-05 16:52:14 | 47.26 | 94% |
| 680 | 2013-08-01 16:10:11 | 53.19 | 92% |