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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2336 | 2016-05-08 03:37:07 | 52.60 | 90% |
| 2322 | 2016-05-08 03:18:13 | 45.88 | 96% |
| 1944 | 2016-03-10 21:12:29 | 47.36 | 94% |
| 1655 | 2016-03-05 18:10:31 | 55.20 | 98% |
| 1311 | 2016-03-03 21:23:08 | 53.51 | 97% |
| 1269 | 2016-03-03 20:28:04 | 46.40 | 95% |
| 101 | 2016-02-14 02:47:07 | 49.64 | 94% |