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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2076 | 2016-08-14 15:04:40 | 91.44 | 97% |
| 1955 | 2015-03-12 19:24:46 | 93.80 | 96% |
| 1746 | 2015-01-24 01:12:00 | 87.43 | 94% |
| 1469 | 2014-08-28 00:38:18 | 91.12 | 95% |
| 1183 | 2014-06-11 00:13:18 | 86.96 | 96% |
| 749 | 2014-03-14 15:39:36 | 81.49 | 95% |
| 107 | 2014-01-13 19:57:43 | 69.86 | 95% |
| 58 | 2014-01-11 16:41:23 | 64.31 | 96% |