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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2561 | 2015-06-06 18:14:08 | 108.83 | 96% |
| 2160 | 2015-04-10 01:23:09 | 105.79 | 95% |
| 1830 | 2015-03-15 17:51:42 | 105.44 | 94% |
| 1660 | 2015-01-12 00:08:29 | 120.22 | 99% |
| 1367 | 2014-12-05 21:14:52 | 105.31 | 97% |
| 924 | 2014-11-05 20:58:10 | 99.76 | 94% |
| 385 | 2014-07-06 14:57:24 | 94.98 | 96% |