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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3271 | 2016-03-13 03:22:30 | 65.85 | 94% |
| 3040 | 2016-03-09 03:36:49 | 61.61 | 92% |
| 2520 | 2015-04-26 23:44:29 | 61.75 | 91% |
| 2172 | 2015-04-11 22:11:39 | 58.35 | 92% |
| 2005 | 2015-04-04 16:56:44 | 64.24 | 90% |
| 1116 | 2015-03-15 17:46:09 | 58.91 | 90% |
| 956 | 2015-03-11 20:51:40 | 59.24 | 94% |
| 429 | 2015-02-28 12:10:27 | 49.14 | 86% |
| 52 | 2015-02-23 03:04:43 | 55.75 | 91% |