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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1481 | 2014-06-30 05:18:18 | 65.31 | 97% |
| 1262 | 2014-06-22 17:41:57 | 69.59 | 97% |
| 992 | 2014-06-20 11:57:04 | 64.42 | 93% |
| 676 | 2014-06-13 19:17:09 | 63.35 | 95% |
| 579 | 2014-06-11 19:35:56 | 60.05 | 91% |
| 217 | 2014-06-02 10:53:20 | 49.37 | 88% |