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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2455 | 2016-06-21 01:47:27 | 121.42 | 99% |
| 2204 | 2016-05-09 02:29:54 | 107.51 | 97% |
| 1783 | 2016-04-08 22:09:39 | 119.09 | 98% |
| 1544 | 2016-03-28 16:49:06 | 109.51 | 98% |
| 862 | 2016-02-29 20:26:26 | 106.67 | 96% |
| 195 | 2016-02-06 19:29:10 | 104.77 | 98% |