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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 585 | 2014-08-06 18:12:14 | 157.15 | 100% |
| 493 | 2014-07-06 22:04:34 | 133.73 | 96% |
| 314 | 2014-07-05 18:00:32 | 140.19 | 97% |
| 249 | 2014-04-12 14:32:43 | 125.13 | 96% |
| 62 | 2014-04-12 10:41:37 | 117.31 | 95% |