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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2442 | 2016-03-21 00:04:54 | 83.23 | 87% |
| 2404 | 2016-01-15 15:14:40 | 105.33 | 93% |
| 2144 | 2015-09-02 13:15:56 | 94.42 | 94% |
| 2081 | 2015-08-12 03:41:25 | 94.10 | 93% |
| 1896 | 2015-08-01 05:04:35 | 99.66 | 95% |
| 1319 | 2014-08-20 15:36:38 | 79.18 | 88% |
| 1237 | 2013-11-15 19:45:23 | 93.78 | 96% |
| 711 | 2013-05-02 13:44:55 | 83.11 | 93% |
| 671 | 2013-04-24 23:49:49 | 77.88 | 89% |