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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1331 | 2016-06-22 13:10:23 | 64.29 | 85% |
| 1275 | 2016-04-04 04:04:12 | 62.40 | 91% |
| 822 | 2016-03-17 06:07:37 | 50.92 | 82% |
| 255 | 2016-03-09 16:12:55 | 61.97 | 91% |
| 178 | 2016-03-09 11:25:28 | 61.90 | 90% |
| 86 | 2016-03-08 15:17:19 | 44.69 | 83% |