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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1444 | 2015-09-29 13:30:49 | 86.86 | 93% |
| 1373 | 2015-08-26 23:27:52 | 80.96 | 91% |
| 1107 | 2015-04-28 01:01:43 | 73.66 | 91% |
| 758 | 2015-03-14 06:23:27 | 75.22 | 90% |
| 635 | 2015-02-15 21:23:37 | 69.07 | 92% |
| 568 | 2015-02-14 00:36:40 | 68.46 | 91% |
| 230 | 2014-10-23 02:42:15 | 62.74 | 92% |
| 39 | 2014-08-21 22:37:47 | 49.54 | 89% |