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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2124 | 2016-02-13 19:20:48 | 76.72 | 93% |
| 2006 | 2016-01-25 17:42:55 | 60.43 | 87% |
| 1466 | 2015-10-11 08:39:12 | 65.41 | 90% |
| 1277 | 2015-08-24 16:05:18 | 70.71 | 94% |
| 988 | 2015-02-01 15:20:45 | 60.95 | 91% |
| 774 | 2014-12-16 16:10:09 | 58.56 | 90% |
| 657 | 2014-11-14 20:14:40 | 55.13 | 93% |
| 542 | 2014-11-01 17:47:50 | 46.16 | 87% |