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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6127 | 2016-10-01 18:29:40 | 87.77 | 94% |
| 6063 | 2016-10-01 05:36:14 | 93.61 | 95% |
| 5867 | 2016-09-19 15:50:44 | 97.85 | 97% |
| 2702 | 2016-08-15 19:09:35 | 86.84 | 94% |
| 2279 | 2016-08-11 18:26:48 | 97.64 | 96% |
| 710 | 2014-07-30 20:49:14 | 88.89 | 96% |