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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2677 | 2016-09-29 21:08:37 | 94.62 | 95% |
| 2456 | 2016-09-23 17:45:10 | 102.54 | 94% |
| 2270 | 2016-09-17 15:44:24 | 105.24 | 93% |
| 1459 | 2016-08-03 04:13:05 | 105.99 | 98% |
| 414 | 2016-07-19 06:14:45 | 89.80 | 91% |
| 179 | 2016-07-13 20:49:33 | 108.00 | 98% |
| 142 | 2016-07-13 18:13:07 | 110.16 | 97% |