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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 824 | 2014-02-09 11:42:21 | 40.83 | 92% |
| 619 | 2014-01-31 12:36:09 | 41.19 | 93% |
| 448 | 2013-05-12 15:19:05 | 44.24 | 95% |
| 407 | 2013-05-08 01:34:22 | 41.69 | 96% |