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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1962 | 2015-05-21 16:01:01 | 64.29 | 87% |
| 1517 | 2015-05-13 14:19:44 | 62.24 | 87% |
| 1439 | 2015-05-11 19:14:16 | 53.92 | 77% |
| 1310 | 2015-05-11 14:06:59 | 54.73 | 79% |
| 1073 | 2015-05-08 15:01:37 | 62.69 | 84% |
| 842 | 2015-05-07 14:08:52 | 59.33 | 83% |
| 727 | 2015-05-06 19:05:08 | 68.34 | 89% |
| 658 | 2015-05-06 14:32:28 | 52.91 | 83% |
| 531 | 2015-05-05 13:17:18 | 58.94 | 87% |