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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 675 | 2014-12-11 14:18:48 | 61.22 | 87% |
| 544 | 2014-11-19 11:55:11 | 65.06 | 92% |
| 477 | 2014-11-18 05:05:45 | 63.54 | 90% |
| 366 | 2014-11-17 06:08:15 | 62.48 | 93% |