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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6353 | 2016-02-20 12:15:53 | 60.96 | 92% |
| 6169 | 2016-01-18 07:33:14 | 48.93 | 84% |
| 6100 | 2015-12-31 07:36:39 | 56.36 | 89% |
| 6005 | 2015-12-20 12:14:27 | 55.76 | 90% |
| 3408 | 2014-04-12 13:31:48 | 55.68 | 91% |
| 3389 | 2014-04-10 20:03:22 | 56.50 | 93% |
| 3053 | 2014-04-02 12:28:23 | 51.68 | 96% |
| 2017 | 2014-03-15 12:59:25 | 46.09 | 87% |
| 1705 | 2014-03-08 09:36:13 | 48.61 | 91% |
| 657 | 2014-02-23 15:05:55 | 43.38 | 91% |
| 467 | 2014-02-21 19:40:12 | 39.35 | 89% |