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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1928 | 2017-06-16 02:33:48 | 53.99 | 96% |
| 1734 | 2017-06-07 02:43:19 | 54.46 | 96% |
| 1320 | 2017-05-20 01:17:10 | 44.25 | 92% |
| 595 | 2017-04-30 12:33:34 | 46.85 | 96% |
| 558 | 2017-04-29 13:36:41 | 41.13 | 92% |
| 142 | 2017-02-22 11:04:01 | 35.93 | 93% |