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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3800 | 2017-07-09 08:04:53 | 62.60 | 97% |
| 2954 | 2015-04-14 05:14:54 | 46.84 | 84% |
| 2801 | 2014-11-25 13:46:34 | 52.79 | 94% |
| 2180 | 2014-09-17 16:12:07 | 40.61 | 84% |
| 1440 | 2013-09-18 12:42:56 | 39.11 | 90% |
| 1094 | 2013-08-18 09:09:43 | 37.95 | 89% |
| 1062 | 2013-08-17 11:14:08 | 39.00 | 91% |
| 585 | 2013-08-03 08:09:22 | 30.27 | 93% |