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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2618 | 2016-04-16 13:28:39 | 56.89 | 90% |
| 2524 | 2016-04-01 14:45:04 | 73.78 | 98% |
| 2437 | 2016-03-16 15:55:48 | 67.02 | 95% |
| 2106 | 2016-02-20 20:00:50 | 67.19 | 96% |
| 1543 | 2016-02-08 15:46:00 | 58.58 | 93% |
| 802 | 2016-01-21 21:39:08 | 48.27 | 95% |
| 376 | 2016-01-17 19:46:13 | 47.71 | 93% |
| 286 | 2016-01-17 16:01:28 | 46.37 | 93% |