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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2993 | 2015-04-04 05:13:14 | 110.46 | 96% |
| 2767 | 2015-03-24 02:32:05 | 112.85 | 92% |
| 703 | 2014-10-01 23:06:20 | 96.68 | 95% |
| 381 | 2014-09-20 01:26:00 | 93.22 | 94% |
| 174 | 2014-09-14 02:03:25 | 77.77 | 85% |
| 45 | 2014-09-04 23:08:03 | 99.16 | 95% |