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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4432 | 2014-12-01 11:56:53 | 56.71 | 88% |
| 4178 | 2014-11-13 01:56:00 | 59.70 | 91% |
| 3877 | 2014-11-05 06:45:00 | 50.66 | 87% |
| 2682 | 2014-10-19 19:09:50 | 41.19 | 80% |
| 2254 | 2014-10-15 06:08:45 | 47.45 | 88% |
| 1371 | 2014-09-27 13:46:30 | 38.13 | 82% |
| 821 | 2014-09-19 15:59:51 | 40.58 | 94% |
| 590 | 2014-09-16 12:30:15 | 32.57 | 88% |