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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1327 | 2015-08-06 00:59:01 | 39.54 | 85% |
| 1155 | 2015-07-27 23:22:46 | 41.00 | 84% |
| 690 | 2015-07-07 22:52:08 | 46.20 | 92% |
| 587 | 2015-07-01 00:06:16 | 41.34 | 85% |
| 475 | 2015-06-29 01:18:30 | 43.65 | 90% |