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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 896 | 2013-08-29 19:31:39 | 85.92 | 96% |
| 525 | 2013-04-24 21:26:34 | 78.58 | 95% |
| 333 | 2013-04-22 04:06:23 | 80.83 | 96% |
| 277 | 2013-04-22 00:18:20 | 65.78 | 92% |
| 147 | 2013-04-17 23:22:33 | 85.15 | 96% |
| 51 | 2013-04-10 04:15:49 | 71.17 | 96% |