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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4848 | 2015-10-15 19:45:07 | 91.18 | 97% |
| 3750 | 2015-07-18 05:37:52 | 77.66 | 93% |
| 3058 | 2015-05-16 06:49:54 | 70.68 | 93% |
| 1862 | 2014-11-08 03:02:06 | 59.15 | 89% |
| 1511 | 2014-11-02 09:53:12 | 92.82 | 100% |
| 1220 | 2014-10-26 20:21:14 | 68.30 | 90% |
| 1076 | 2014-10-25 01:18:42 | 73.51 | 97% |
| 633 | 2014-10-17 23:29:28 | 55.14 | 90% |
| 626 | 2014-10-17 23:19:33 | 68.16 | 94% |
| 212 | 2014-06-29 18:27:16 | 57.45 | 92% |
| 22 | 2014-05-19 03:52:30 | 54.35 | 88% |