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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1241 | 2014-05-12 06:29:09 | 60.90 | 94% |
| 1112 | 2014-05-03 20:39:29 | 58.20 | 90% |
| 557 | 2014-04-17 22:50:05 | 52.69 | 92% |
| 193 | 2014-04-04 23:12:44 | 50.97 | 94% |
| 162 | 2014-04-04 22:25:51 | 59.83 | 97% |
| 141 | 2014-04-04 17:23:58 | 40.97 | 90% |