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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4569 | 2015-11-14 01:51:18 | 101.52 | 97% |
| 4515 | 2015-11-08 08:29:43 | 83.29 | 90% |
| 4275 | 2014-12-29 02:43:51 | 110.28 | 95% |
| 3550 | 2014-05-17 00:59:35 | 110.46 | 97% |
| 3513 | 2014-05-17 00:27:43 | 113.51 | 98% |
| 3481 | 2014-05-16 23:47:40 | 114.01 | 97% |
| 3036 | 2013-11-27 02:37:18 | 107.37 | 95% |
| 2829 | 2013-06-25 17:25:43 | 95.41 | 92% |
| 2566 | 2013-05-23 02:19:22 | 102.57 | 93% |
| 1988 | 2013-03-24 23:13:18 | 105.33 | 95% |
| 1888 | 2013-03-23 00:21:21 | 89.72 | 90% |
| 1694 | 2013-03-13 04:02:41 | 82.87 | 91% |