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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1539 | 2016-12-09 13:34:15 | 33.14 | 85% |
| 1080 | 2016-10-16 16:22:35 | 38.31 | 91% |
| 1072 | 2016-10-16 05:54:19 | 35.11 | 90% |
| 927 | 2016-09-04 06:28:07 | 31.42 | 84% |
| 477 | 2016-07-25 04:26:09 | 33.69 | 89% |
| 198 | 2016-07-08 16:33:20 | 26.55 | 81% |