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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6152 | 2017-05-03 22:39:51 | 89.81 | 97% |
| 6069 | 2017-03-15 17:43:46 | 90.56 | 96% |
| 5486 | 2016-11-11 21:22:35 | 94.64 | 98% |
| 5069 | 2016-08-01 14:31:50 | 95.16 | 99% |
| 4261 | 2015-12-09 16:20:25 | 90.21 | 98% |
| 3648 | 2015-09-22 00:05:01 | 83.98 | 97% |
| 2451 | 2015-05-01 06:09:10 | 74.69 | 97% |
| 1693 | 2015-04-01 15:13:37 | 74.28 | 94% |
| 1644 | 2015-04-01 14:14:22 | 79.55 | 94% |
| 1484 | 2015-03-27 01:50:26 | 74.31 | 95% |
| 678 | 2015-03-02 23:58:19 | 65.85 | 92% |
| 39 | 2015-01-12 23:41:35 | 58.38 | 91% |