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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8499 | 2017-06-12 19:52:13 | 110.19 | 99% |
| 5596 | 2016-05-14 04:55:11 | 102.60 | 97% |
| 5350 | 2016-04-25 20:10:20 | 105.74 | 99% |
| 3780 | 2015-03-10 22:08:18 | 106.18 | 99% |
| 3767 | 2015-03-08 02:32:49 | 89.92 | 94% |
| 3450 | 2015-02-02 21:08:07 | 103.66 | 98% |
| 3184 | 2014-12-10 21:32:39 | 99.15 | 98% |
| 3067 | 2014-11-30 20:13:10 | 103.94 | 98% |
| 2944 | 2014-11-18 19:57:23 | 99.83 | 99% |
| 2932 | 2014-11-17 21:58:21 | 104.20 | 98% |
| 2353 | 2014-08-30 22:53:00 | 88.18 | 95% |
| 1857 | 2014-07-18 23:13:38 | 105.35 | 98% |
| 1449 | 2014-06-15 23:13:58 | 93.03 | 97% |
| 1284 | 2014-05-31 23:25:43 | 102.06 | 97% |
| 1136 | 2014-05-15 02:04:37 | 98.43 | 97% |
| 724 | 2014-03-14 13:35:42 | 90.01 | 98% |
| 571 | 2014-02-24 15:27:15 | 79.04 | 95% |
| 165 | 2013-12-31 16:29:43 | 97.80 | 100% |