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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2819 | 2015-12-14 16:56:11 | 102.64 | 88% |
| 2667 | 2015-12-01 13:43:03 | 109.21 | 96% |
| 1584 | 2015-08-27 19:05:04 | 106.08 | 95% |
| 891 | 2015-08-16 10:04:44 | 97.60 | 95% |
| 634 | 2015-08-07 13:27:43 | 99.04 | 96% |