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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1333 | 2016-10-13 00:43:55 | 45.50 | 85% |
| 1247 | 2016-07-17 00:06:18 | 63.23 | 95% |
| 892 | 2016-04-30 01:19:44 | 48.33 | 87% |
| 839 | 2016-04-27 19:58:12 | 48.60 | 90% |
| 630 | 2015-12-01 23:25:57 | 58.01 | 95% |
| 60 | 2015-02-28 23:57:53 | 50.42 | 95% |