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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2567 | 2015-07-24 18:49:21 | 94.25 | 95% |
| 1060 | 2015-03-13 00:47:59 | 98.14 | 97% |
| 905 | 2015-02-01 04:28:05 | 90.55 | 94% |
| 868 | 2015-01-31 17:35:18 | 83.18 | 95% |
| 581 | 2015-01-09 01:25:46 | 81.88 | 96% |
| 406 | 2015-01-01 22:30:48 | 84.66 | 98% |