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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1675 | 2015-10-02 18:31:16 | 40.88 | 95% |
| 1580 | 2014-09-12 17:06:48 | 44.79 | 93% |
| 1562 | 2014-08-24 10:21:59 | 47.75 | 95% |
| 1482 | 2014-05-19 17:23:55 | 46.75 | 97% |
| 1311 | 2014-03-13 17:53:42 | 37.73 | 88% |
| 1122 | 2014-01-12 11:42:23 | 40.73 | 95% |
| 787 | 2013-06-04 09:49:46 | 35.95 | 95% |
| 753 | 2013-05-17 18:17:20 | 30.22 | 90% |