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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2926 | 2016-01-24 05:20:32 | 89.21 | 92% |
| 2548 | 2014-02-03 02:34:14 | 90.92 | 94% |
| 1773 | 2013-11-04 04:18:55 | 89.42 | 94% |
| 1520 | 2013-10-16 04:02:25 | 90.69 | 91% |
| 1467 | 2013-10-12 00:43:17 | 93.00 | 94% |
| 1454 | 2013-10-11 02:26:30 | 92.08 | 94% |
| 1177 | 2013-09-18 05:12:46 | 93.03 | 95% |
| 663 | 2012-09-11 02:31:58 | 75.59 | 93% |
| 578 | 2011-10-10 17:38:06 | 78.37 | 95% |
| 419 | 2009-01-24 18:24:58 | 62.23 | |
| 221 | 2008-11-13 22:47:41 | 57.27 | |
| 171 | 2008-11-08 07:55:32 | 46.27 | |
| 130 | 2008-11-04 01:04:16 | 59.11 | |
| 37 | 2008-10-26 04:53:41 | 48.02 |