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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2255 | 2015-07-05 10:18:06 | 63.87 | 95% |
| 1461 | 2015-03-28 12:54:12 | 66.79 | 98% |
| 1101 | 2015-03-19 06:20:46 | 61.26 | 99% |
| 915 | 2015-03-14 07:23:01 | 46.65 | 92% |
| 864 | 2015-03-13 12:54:02 | 51.56 | 95% |