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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4446 | 2017-07-12 11:32:08 | 88.53 | 96% |
| 3633 | 2017-05-31 04:45:20 | 96.73 | 95% |
| 3164 | 2017-05-15 13:42:22 | 89.38 | 96% |
| 1050 | 2015-09-13 06:44:36 | 69.47 | 90% |
| 916 | 2015-09-11 07:08:31 | 63.07 | 88% |
| 676 | 2015-07-03 12:43:36 | 58.74 | 89% |
| 250 | 2015-06-09 08:51:09 | 49.84 | 85% |
| 29 | 2015-06-07 09:45:09 | 43.97 | 83% |