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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2599 | 2015-12-02 11:19:49 | 59.04 | 99% |
| 1892 | 2015-10-20 10:19:31 | 53.57 | 97% |
| 1500 | 2015-09-14 10:01:24 | 48.13 | 97% |
| 921 | 2015-07-03 09:10:50 | 51.19 | 98% |
| 837 | 2015-06-30 09:27:14 | 46.51 | 96% |
| 398 | 2015-01-27 06:26:36 | 42.75 | 96% |
| 308 | 2015-01-10 06:52:09 | 37.77 | 96% |