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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2637 | 2014-10-27 13:05:35 | 84.63 | 96% |
| 2472 | 2014-04-17 22:04:17 | 78.43 | 97% |
| 2342 | 2013-09-28 02:15:57 | 80.91 | 94% |
| 2320 | 2013-09-27 04:12:22 | 80.38 | 94% |
| 2106 | 2013-07-12 02:36:21 | 77.56 | 91% |
| 2082 | 2013-07-12 01:44:13 | 75.83 | 89% |
| 2059 | 2013-02-15 03:33:01 | 77.23 | 92% |
| 2047 | 2013-02-15 03:02:52 | 73.62 | 92% |
| 1202 | 2012-05-26 09:28:21 | 77.70 | 96% |