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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2230 | 2016-12-08 00:53:12 | 76.15 | 96% |
| 2138 | 2016-11-25 21:29:15 | 80.54 | 96% |
| 1631 | 2016-10-07 02:58:00 | 72.66 | 93% |
| 1608 | 2016-10-06 23:09:39 | 73.15 | 93% |
| 1138 | 2016-08-25 23:37:32 | 63.80 | 93% |
| 1064 | 2016-08-19 23:06:03 | 63.56 | 95% |
| 1001 | 2016-08-13 18:53:33 | 72.81 | 95% |
| 692 | 2016-07-28 00:13:52 | 74.13 | 97% |
| 202 | 2016-07-09 22:58:56 | 66.76 | 95% |
| 192 | 2016-07-09 22:46:36 | 57.29 | 90% |