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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4114 | 2017-01-12 15:48:16 | 57.61 | 89% |
| 4101 | 2017-01-10 22:07:07 | 57.71 | 90% |
| 4009 | 2016-12-20 23:17:59 | 61.17 | 94% |
| 3362 | 2016-10-27 18:09:45 | 64.49 | 97% |
| 2694 | 2016-09-01 17:01:15 | 60.57 | 96% |
| 1531 | 2016-08-02 22:08:53 | 57.61 | 94% |
| 1293 | 2016-07-31 21:29:38 | 46.63 | 92% |
| 975 | 2016-07-23 15:46:56 | 54.41 | 96% |
| 918 | 2016-07-21 15:04:27 | 35.50 | 95% |