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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6202 | 2016-09-03 13:00:20 | 62.72 | 87% |
| 5853 | 2016-07-14 04:26:58 | 68.67 | 90% |
| 5763 | 2016-07-07 15:12:51 | 63.54 | 91% |
| 5336 | 2016-03-09 06:14:04 | 66.71 | 88% |
| 5050 | 2016-02-19 13:06:47 | 65.70 | 88% |
| 4704 | 2016-01-17 13:14:07 | 67.96 | 93% |
| 4380 | 2015-10-04 02:55:36 | 63.23 | 90% |
| 3714 | 2015-01-31 13:32:01 | 57.61 | 90% |
| 3108 | 2014-10-28 14:05:19 | 52.14 | 84% |
| 3092 | 2014-10-13 15:39:55 | 55.95 | 88% |
| 2922 | 2014-08-09 17:58:51 | 51.44 | 87% |
| 2847 | 2014-07-31 16:55:11 | 51.61 | 87% |
| 2834 | 2014-07-30 19:08:09 | 49.24 | 90% |
| 2773 | 2014-07-25 16:29:04 | 52.10 | 89% |
| 1607 | 2013-12-27 17:22:34 | 40.44 | 85% |
| 549 | 2013-10-07 18:42:11 | 33.22 | 93% |
| 267 | 2013-09-27 15:55:00 | 31.34 | 93% |