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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3019 | 2014-09-25 17:39:45 | 57.68 | 95% |
| 2996 | 2014-09-18 19:25:34 | 54.03 | 92% |
| 2773 | 2014-03-28 01:49:37 | 63.88 | 96% |
| 175 | 2013-05-10 17:07:45 | 52.19 | 97% |
| 24 | 2013-03-10 22:53:41 | 49.93 | 96% |