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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 676 | 2014-05-30 03:29:55 | 91.40 | 92% |
| 575 | 2014-05-28 12:02:28 | 98.19 | 96% |
| 314 | 2014-05-24 14:36:38 | 91.08 | 95% |
| 288 | 2014-05-24 12:27:07 | 103.71 | 95% |
| 197 | 2014-05-23 16:33:20 | 110.91 | 95% |