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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5836 | 2016-05-21 01:02:34 | 76.81 | 95% |
| 5376 | 2015-07-11 01:57:49 | 76.80 | 98% |
| 4963 | 2015-06-16 21:18:00 | 70.48 | 95% |
| 4181 | 2015-04-28 15:21:27 | 77.76 | 98% |
| 3801 | 2015-04-20 17:42:01 | 72.34 | 94% |
| 3594 | 2015-04-16 00:34:16 | 68.63 | 92% |
| 3195 | 2015-04-03 06:20:06 | 71.52 | 94% |
| 3194 | 2015-04-03 06:18:58 | 65.22 | 95% |
| 3174 | 2015-04-02 14:10:02 | 79.74 | 98% |
| 2988 | 2015-03-30 03:38:06 | 66.19 | 95% |
| 2815 | 2015-03-26 00:21:10 | 68.16 | 94% |
| 2317 | 2015-03-16 14:00:24 | 68.58 | 94% |
| 2285 | 2015-03-16 00:11:25 | 64.09 | 93% |
| 175 | 2015-01-24 21:23:56 | 53.96 | 92% |
| 96 | 2015-01-22 05:54:13 | 51.65 | 96% |