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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1494 | 2016-11-15 19:36:17 | 49.60 | 87% |
| 1367 | 2016-07-13 15:11:10 | 52.75 | 89% |
| 1237 | 2016-05-17 19:55:29 | 54.25 | 93% |
| 1215 | 2016-05-11 18:59:06 | 47.91 | 91% |
| 732 | 2015-09-29 14:22:53 | 54.15 | 95% |
| 400 | 2015-08-31 16:07:20 | 54.97 | 96% |