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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1662 | 2016-03-14 16:18:52 | 68.61 | 96% |
| 1390 | 2016-02-29 23:37:03 | 57.46 | 92% |
| 1084 | 2016-01-16 22:12:42 | 61.30 | 94% |
| 936 | 2016-01-10 14:34:38 | 57.37 | 93% |
| 402 | 2015-12-03 08:47:37 | 57.62 | 93% |