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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4758 | 2015-11-18 20:29:52 | 60.25 | 90% |
| 3816 | 2015-02-09 04:08:29 | 67.63 | 97% |
| 3798 | 2015-02-09 02:03:57 | 64.73 | 95% |
| 3420 | 2015-01-05 01:04:01 | 62.68 | 94% |
| 3362 | 2014-12-19 16:50:23 | 61.21 | 96% |
| 2291 | 2014-10-21 20:23:48 | 60.60 | 96% |
| 909 | 2014-09-24 17:02:59 | 57.59 | 95% |
| 25 | 2014-09-09 00:15:00 | 44.59 | 96% |