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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4218 | 2016-02-04 14:35:41 | 75.93 | 95% |
| 3966 | 2016-01-27 18:02:00 | 71.37 | 93% |
| 3953 | 2016-01-27 14:56:24 | 67.92 | 92% |
| 2775 | 2016-01-06 21:36:56 | 62.19 | 89% |
| 2114 | 2015-12-30 17:09:05 | 73.73 | 94% |
| 1384 | 2015-12-22 18:55:20 | 60.22 | 88% |
| 1227 | 2015-12-20 14:51:21 | 68.98 | 94% |
| 206 | 2015-12-05 15:35:30 | 61.63 | 95% |