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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1850 | 2016-05-27 07:12:20 | 78.29 | 95% |
| 1477 | 2016-05-12 13:15:37 | 72.32 | 96% |
| 1362 | 2016-05-11 07:11:21 | 76.35 | 96% |
| 611 | 2016-04-19 09:24:43 | 72.32 | 95% |
| 447 | 2016-04-13 09:45:46 | 67.89 | 94% |
| 437 | 2016-04-13 09:12:03 | 67.56 | 95% |