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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3975 | 2016-02-01 16:57:09 | 74.40 | 93% |
| 3396 | 2015-07-13 04:42:47 | 77.10 | 93% |
| 3018 | 2015-01-26 08:24:47 | 69.24 | 94% |
| 2781 | 2014-12-19 05:31:14 | 65.86 | 90% |
| 2152 | 2014-12-01 07:19:41 | 62.47 | 90% |
| 1664 | 2014-11-24 13:48:08 | 68.69 | 94% |
| 1134 | 2014-09-12 16:14:55 | 61.35 | 90% |
| 1100 | 2014-09-12 12:39:47 | 64.11 | 91% |