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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2201 | 2014-06-09 06:42:04 | 96.48 | 93% |
| 1466 | 2014-04-22 13:03:58 | 82.43 | 87% |
| 1441 | 2014-04-22 12:14:03 | 75.77 | 95% |
| 631 | 2014-01-30 02:27:52 | 67.72 | 91% |
| 461 | 2014-01-13 08:38:20 | 87.30 | 92% |