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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2028 | 2015-04-06 13:44:59 | 59.26 | 98% |
| 1880 | 2015-03-28 12:54:22 | 54.91 | 93% |
| 1866 | 2015-03-28 10:42:36 | 54.86 | 93% |
| 1322 | 2015-03-01 14:09:27 | 57.01 | 99% |
| 1144 | 2015-02-27 09:42:15 | 47.27 | 95% |
| 1097 | 2015-02-23 09:06:31 | 51.09 | 96% |
| 761 | 2015-02-09 23:44:06 | 44.74 | 95% |
| 317 | 2015-01-19 01:48:59 | 26.30 | 90% |