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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2932 | 2015-02-09 12:35:47 | 74.97 | 96% |
| 2839 | 2015-02-08 04:08:12 | 65.54 | 93% |
| 2833 | 2015-02-07 06:40:08 | 75.49 | 95% |
| 2729 | 2015-02-03 13:50:16 | 74.86 | 96% |
| 2355 | 2015-01-24 10:11:20 | 68.69 | 96% |
| 2150 | 2015-01-18 13:01:21 | 67.18 | 94% |
| 1651 | 2014-12-26 12:56:03 | 62.74 | 93% |
| 1361 | 2014-12-16 05:08:45 | 68.49 | 96% |
| 291 | 2014-10-16 15:44:06 | 47.98 | 92% |