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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1719 | 2016-02-13 02:34:13 | 78.29 | 94% |
| 1467 | 2016-01-27 20:21:27 | 88.88 | 98% |
| 1430 | 2016-01-25 05:22:52 | 69.41 | 92% |
| 1184 | 2016-01-10 03:00:27 | 93.79 | 98% |
| 201 | 2015-12-02 21:17:52 | 75.89 | 96% |
| 82 | 2015-12-02 01:11:23 | 76.54 | 92% |
| 35 | 2015-12-01 07:21:12 | 71.93 | 90% |
| 2 | 2015-12-01 05:27:51 | 72.88 | 90% |