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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2432 | 2016-03-10 00:04:05 | 47.52 | 95% |
| 2422 | 2016-03-02 01:25:03 | 42.48 | 92% |
| 2416 | 2016-03-02 01:11:06 | 45.93 | 95% |
| 2074 | 2016-01-07 21:27:18 | 44.00 | 94% |
| 1568 | 2015-12-01 22:45:58 | 44.31 | 95% |
| 1081 | 2015-11-05 00:46:27 | 41.43 | 93% |
| 909 | 2015-10-25 19:35:51 | 39.84 | 92% |