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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 944 | 2016-03-16 22:47:02 | 48.66 | 90% |
| 780 | 2016-03-16 17:14:07 | 59.72 | 94% |
| 591 | 2016-03-14 23:33:47 | 48.38 | 89% |
| 257 | 2016-03-10 19:03:40 | 57.47 | 96% |
| 126 | 2016-03-09 00:46:51 | 60.45 | 96% |
| 17 | 2016-03-07 23:26:41 | 36.85 | 86% |