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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2939 | 2016-06-30 07:40:25 | 68.26 | 90% |
| 2792 | 2016-06-28 07:09:53 | 67.13 | 90% |
| 1658 | 2016-04-01 10:17:56 | 60.51 | 88% |
| 1469 | 2016-03-16 08:32:25 | 64.75 | 91% |
| 1330 | 2016-03-08 15:17:03 | 57.34 | 90% |
| 1247 | 2016-02-25 10:09:17 | 55.50 | 90% |
| 400 | 2016-01-25 08:15:46 | 58.97 | 92% |
| 97 | 2016-01-04 13:11:47 | 59.63 | 96% |