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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4814 | 2014-03-03 18:06:28 | 105.96 | 96% |
| 4798 | 2014-02-27 22:52:52 | 103.48 | 96% |
| 4043 | 2013-11-17 10:27:52 | 102.85 | 95% |
| 3960 | 2013-11-16 07:07:53 | 103.93 | 92% |
| 3335 | 2013-02-19 21:25:01 | 111.77 | 97% |
| 2569 | 2012-11-25 08:21:25 | 105.55 | 95% |
| 2523 | 2012-11-23 15:36:16 | 109.85 | 99% |
| 2000 | 2012-10-02 11:37:57 | 100.78 | 96% |
| 1907 | 2012-09-28 13:43:28 | 104.34 | 98% |
| 1695 | 2012-09-22 05:48:02 | 101.37 | 98% |
| 150 | 2012-08-25 11:35:11 | 99.10 | 95% |
| 26 | 2012-08-23 14:53:16 | 101.21 | 97% |