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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4752 | 2017-02-23 06:31:15 | 59.44 | 97% |
| 3627 | 2016-09-13 05:33:39 | 56.73 | 97% |
| 3083 | 2016-08-12 05:16:34 | 56.33 | 96% |
| 1055 | 2016-03-29 11:03:11 | 42.19 | 96% |
| 1021 | 2016-03-29 03:22:53 | 47.50 | 93% |
| 971 | 2016-03-26 05:29:38 | 44.42 | 94% |
| 526 | 2016-03-10 11:33:33 | 42.05 | 96% |