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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3564 | 2015-05-18 18:17:03 | 67.06 | 94% |
| 3234 | 2015-05-01 11:16:21 | 69.33 | 95% |
| 2477 | 2015-04-12 04:20:26 | 61.25 | 93% |
| 2423 | 2015-04-05 16:50:17 | 67.85 | 91% |
| 1967 | 2015-02-28 13:42:00 | 56.23 | 89% |
| 1376 | 2014-12-30 17:04:51 | 65.92 | 97% |
| 677 | 2014-11-19 15:57:36 | 56.33 | 93% |
| 47 | 2014-09-07 12:59:13 | 51.92 | 97% |