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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 686 | 2015-02-08 00:07:39 | 93.21 | 88% |
| 654 | 2015-02-06 21:56:09 | 89.94 | 90% |
| 385 | 2013-11-14 15:35:31 | 78.23 | 84% |
| 153 | 2013-03-04 00:28:47 | 80.12 | 90% |
| 24 | 2013-01-20 07:33:08 | 87.49 | 94% |