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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1403 | 2015-08-04 13:50:36 | 61.03 | 89% |
| 1295 | 2015-05-25 07:03:09 | 69.50 | 94% |
| 1260 | 2015-05-13 08:25:06 | 71.77 | 94% |
| 950 | 2015-03-20 09:22:27 | 56.42 | 91% |
| 520 | 2014-09-09 13:03:54 | 45.24 | 90% |