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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1859 | 2016-05-20 01:12:22 | 83.44 | 94% |
| 1838 | 2016-05-20 00:41:43 | 88.06 | 95% |
| 1817 | 2016-05-19 21:09:08 | 89.16 | 95% |
| 1777 | 2016-05-19 03:22:20 | 91.93 | 98% |
| 1441 | 2016-05-13 20:21:22 | 88.27 | 96% |
| 595 | 2016-04-28 05:14:39 | 73.20 | 93% |
| 524 | 2016-04-27 01:25:37 | 70.95 | 90% |
| 81 | 2016-04-24 08:32:03 | 70.72 | 96% |