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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3833 | 2016-03-09 06:15:51 | 116.11 | 97% |
| 3831 | 2016-03-09 06:14:01 | 118.73 | 96% |
| 3469 | 2016-02-26 15:46:13 | 130.33 | 96% |
| 3415 | 2016-02-25 21:05:59 | 111.77 | 93% |
| 3324 | 2016-02-24 21:19:38 | 126.17 | 95% |
| 2460 | 2016-02-11 16:28:35 | 133.03 | 97% |
| 2381 | 2016-02-09 19:20:00 | 119.76 | 91% |
| 1808 | 2016-01-20 18:18:35 | 130.97 | 97% |
| 1493 | 2016-01-16 01:47:33 | 101.39 | 88% |
| 1463 | 2016-01-15 22:51:53 | 101.31 | 93% |
| 1157 | 2016-01-14 06:24:33 | 112.77 | 93% |
| 760 | 2016-01-11 14:14:53 | 117.85 | 96% |