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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3192 | 2014-02-26 01:04:00 | 85.35 | 94% |
| 2533 | 2013-11-18 04:21:52 | 79.65 | 94% |
| 2182 | 2013-11-04 05:24:13 | 70.68 | 91% |
| 546 | 2013-09-11 13:01:38 | 84.42 | 96% |
| 342 | 2013-09-05 12:33:09 | 69.03 | 93% |
| 81 | 2013-08-22 10:46:47 | 78.44 | 96% |