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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1748 | 2015-09-06 00:43:49 | 87.43 | 94% |
| 1072 | 2015-03-02 19:56:35 | 85.47 | 94% |
| 688 | 2015-02-24 03:00:30 | 69.08 | 93% |
| 356 | 2015-02-13 00:33:25 | 91.73 | 99% |
| 304 | 2015-02-12 20:04:19 | 80.73 | 93% |
| 95 | 2015-02-10 20:30:37 | 71.94 | 95% |