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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2651 | 2016-06-30 10:44:05 | 49.78 | 96% |
| 2398 | 2016-05-09 05:23:11 | 49.43 | 96% |
| 2136 | 2016-04-04 20:10:26 | 52.05 | 95% |
| 2018 | 2016-04-01 17:59:34 | 52.61 | 96% |
| 1932 | 2016-03-31 13:55:43 | 46.29 | 93% |
| 1451 | 2016-03-12 05:24:23 | 45.89 | 96% |
| 1038 | 2016-03-06 05:25:07 | 43.57 | 93% |
| 348 | 2016-02-25 14:24:07 | 45.22 | 96% |