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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2435 | 2015-06-09 02:46:57 | 60.92 | 88% |
| 769 | 2015-03-25 00:57:40 | 57.16 | 91% |
| 529 | 2015-03-18 04:24:44 | 57.41 | 93% |
| 343 | 2015-03-17 01:06:03 | 48.58 | 86% |
| 319 | 2015-03-17 00:25:46 | 50.75 | 87% |
| 65 | 2015-03-10 03:29:57 | 49.13 | 90% |
| 44 | 2015-03-07 00:55:59 | 50.29 | 91% |