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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1504 | 2015-05-19 14:00:32 | 41.98 | 98% |
| 1039 | 2015-04-27 13:48:19 | 39.35 | 97% |
| 836 | 2015-04-19 13:20:41 | 43.66 | 98% |
| 823 | 2015-04-19 13:01:06 | 39.67 | 97% |
| 783 | 2015-04-19 11:57:35 | 39.69 | 96% |