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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1198 | 2014-10-18 07:58:55 | 61.68 | 89% |
| 750 | 2014-08-16 13:59:03 | 57.91 | 88% |
| 734 | 2014-08-16 13:11:17 | 55.48 | 85% |
| 154 | 2014-07-22 21:16:17 | 60.48 | 93% |