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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6372 | 2016-12-30 02:29:55 | 85.48 | 89% |
| 6139 | 2016-12-09 00:38:17 | 90.05 | 93% |
| 5910 | 2016-12-07 15:10:40 | 96.62 | 93% |
| 4322 | 2016-08-04 20:47:55 | 87.56 | 92% |
| 4274 | 2016-08-03 19:52:25 | 85.05 | 93% |
| 3440 | 2016-07-21 12:00:53 | 81.68 | 89% |
| 3406 | 2016-07-20 00:49:20 | 77.94 | 89% |
| 2924 | 2016-06-27 03:20:52 | 86.49 | 92% |
| 2548 | 2016-06-23 17:11:41 | 77.23 | 92% |
| 1824 | 2016-06-09 20:51:22 | 85.39 | 93% |
| 1702 | 2016-06-08 19:10:42 | 77.83 | 91% |
| 735 | 2016-05-24 01:35:25 | 75.51 | 94% |
| 154 | 2016-05-08 03:50:18 | 87.56 | 97% |
| 117 | 2016-05-07 01:38:47 | 81.51 | 98% |