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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2091 | 2015-05-08 15:01:39 | 60.31 | 92% |
| 2058 | 2015-04-09 02:48:42 | 61.88 | 93% |
| 2006 | 2015-04-02 14:27:27 | 69.36 | 97% |
| 1418 | 2015-01-24 06:10:47 | 55.21 | 91% |
| 1300 | 2015-01-13 01:11:18 | 52.93 | 91% |
| 1159 | 2015-01-05 16:36:01 | 56.54 | 93% |
| 773 | 2014-12-11 19:09:11 | 51.14 | 88% |
| 206 | 2014-10-29 13:30:54 | 40.02 | 93% |
| 202 | 2014-10-27 17:19:14 | 37.14 | 89% |