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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4098 | 2016-09-14 21:29:41 | 81.98 | 97% |
| 3911 | 2016-08-04 20:47:58 | 81.46 | 95% |
| 3899 | 2016-08-03 20:49:47 | 74.18 | 93% |
| 3684 | 2016-07-04 19:39:02 | 80.94 | 95% |
| 2465 | 2016-05-04 21:23:00 | 74.32 | 93% |
| 2133 | 2016-04-21 11:37:33 | 74.53 | 96% |
| 2042 | 2016-04-19 09:24:39 | 78.15 | 97% |
| 665 | 2016-02-22 14:14:37 | 63.94 | 93% |
| 409 | 2016-02-08 15:45:59 | 59.36 | 90% |