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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19549 | 2015-10-21 17:33:23 | 135.96 | 95% |
| 16982 | 2015-08-05 16:46:26 | 140.25 | 94% |
| 9336 | 2015-05-01 13:50:37 | 139.78 | 95% |
| 7737 | 2015-04-11 12:42:20 | 137.21 | 98% |
| 7716 | 2015-04-09 19:26:14 | 112.50 | 85% |
| 6910 | 2015-04-04 05:13:08 | 141.71 | 94% |
| 3897 | 2015-03-07 05:55:43 | 139.41 | 96% |
| 3195 | 2015-02-28 02:55:22 | 144.84 | 99% |
| 1293 | 2015-02-03 19:30:05 | 135.86 | 98% |
| 1242 | 2015-02-03 16:47:55 | 142.89 | 99% |
| 1218 | 2015-02-03 11:56:43 | 142.59 | 96% |
| 928 | 2015-01-20 18:28:35 | 135.50 | 97% |
| 813 | 2015-01-20 14:06:09 | 145.94 | 100% |
| 731 | 2015-01-18 13:46:19 | 142.37 | 95% |