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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3443 | 2017-08-30 17:29:49 | 62.57 | 96% |
| 3310 | 2017-08-17 15:46:11 | 54.32 | 95% |
| 3186 | 2017-07-27 22:09:48 | 55.09 | 95% |
| 2485 | 2017-06-16 19:06:09 | 51.56 | 94% |
| 1620 | 2017-05-24 19:48:55 | 45.99 | 92% |
| 1439 | 2017-05-22 19:20:29 | 41.77 | 86% |