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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 799 | 2014-09-15 03:56:36 | 56.52 | 85% |
| 462 | 2014-08-23 02:49:50 | 59.46 | 87% |
| 438 | 2014-08-22 20:19:31 | 67.31 | 93% |
| 147 | 2014-04-19 05:39:25 | 60.63 | 92% |
| 100 | 2014-04-17 04:17:10 | 64.28 | 93% |