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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2681 | 2016-06-04 19:29:37 | 75.95 | 93% |
| 2445 | 2015-11-09 22:51:10 | 82.13 | 96% |
| 1700 | 2015-04-20 16:38:26 | 70.95 | 94% |
| 1273 | 2015-04-10 18:00:38 | 65.22 | 92% |
| 1131 | 2015-04-06 19:41:43 | 71.98 | 96% |
| 1081 | 2015-03-31 16:26:35 | 67.91 | 96% |
| 943 | 2015-03-30 15:10:01 | 63.73 | 96% |
| 557 | 2015-03-16 23:34:45 | 56.95 | 95% |