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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2684 | 2015-11-30 12:33:56 | 99.26 | 97% |
| 1766 | 2014-12-30 17:57:24 | 91.96 | 97% |
| 1544 | 2014-12-21 19:58:21 | 83.11 | 94% |
| 815 | 2014-10-14 09:49:09 | 70.74 | 94% |
| 733 | 2014-10-08 16:52:13 | 81.08 | 96% |
| 270 | 2014-07-13 01:11:16 | 67.88 | 91% |
| 188 | 2014-07-12 16:30:06 | 68.68 | 90% |