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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3473 | 2016-06-24 00:27:29 | 59.34 | 94% |
| 3439 | 2016-04-16 17:16:28 | 55.45 | 91% |
| 3217 | 2015-09-24 22:10:32 | 60.61 | 95% |
| 2894 | 2015-07-29 15:44:56 | 65.15 | 98% |
| 2643 | 2015-07-07 23:43:01 | 53.38 | 94% |
| 2169 | 2015-06-01 21:25:16 | 62.22 | 97% |
| 1638 | 2015-05-11 19:14:20 | 50.44 | 93% |
| 379 | 2015-03-03 01:51:58 | 39.10 | 91% |
| 35 | 2015-02-18 00:14:28 | 36.68 | 95% |