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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4292 | 2015-06-26 11:59:05 | 91.17 | 98% |
| 3979 | 2015-06-22 03:38:37 | 84.20 | 100% |
| 2916 | 2015-06-05 10:29:44 | 77.83 | 96% |
| 1783 | 2015-02-02 10:44:56 | 71.69 | 96% |
| 1616 | 2015-02-01 04:28:11 | 77.82 | 99% |
| 1302 | 2015-01-04 02:53:00 | 58.09 | 92% |
| 1170 | 2014-11-22 11:54:06 | 57.40 | 95% |