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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5682 | 2015-12-11 01:07:39 | 88.08 | 98% |
| 3603 | 2015-02-13 00:33:29 | 83.40 | 99% |
| 3396 | 2014-12-19 01:35:11 | 81.46 | 98% |
| 2623 | 2014-10-03 06:17:50 | 66.87 | 97% |
| 2338 | 2014-09-20 22:32:22 | 69.92 | 97% |
| 2227 | 2014-09-15 03:47:22 | 72.90 | 96% |
| 908 | 2014-08-08 22:21:57 | 68.82 | 97% |
| 761 | 2014-08-06 20:33:35 | 67.44 | 100% |
| 589 | 2014-08-03 01:09:56 | 63.48 | 99% |