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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1772 | 2015-11-12 00:24:17 | 115.06 | 93% |
| 1383 | 2015-08-26 19:09:18 | 99.19 | 93% |
| 987 | 2015-08-03 20:14:35 | 109.53 | 96% |
| 850 | 2015-07-28 18:38:31 | 91.94 | 89% |
| 678 | 2015-07-24 23:45:18 | 97.66 | 93% |
| 671 | 2015-07-24 22:32:15 | 94.94 | 88% |
| 442 | 2015-07-20 16:32:44 | 101.93 | 90% |
| 308 | 2015-07-17 21:02:45 | 87.59 | 93% |
| 185 | 2015-07-16 22:17:51 | 92.70 | 93% |