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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3880 | 2015-09-17 17:52:43 | 114.19 | 97% |
| 2856 | 2015-01-19 20:34:22 | 122.39 | 97% |
| 2737 | 2015-01-06 14:51:46 | 127.76 | 100% |
| 2669 | 2014-11-20 00:40:34 | 110.09 | 94% |
| 2224 | 2013-10-18 14:00:11 | 106.27 | 94% |
| 1849 | 2013-03-17 20:33:08 | 119.58 | 97% |
| 1813 | 2013-03-07 01:58:21 | 118.92 | 97% |
| 1779 | 2013-02-24 01:23:46 | 124.76 | 97% |
| 1031 | 2012-09-15 00:32:31 | 106.55 | 94% |