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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4405 | 2016-05-04 20:31:25 | 61.36 | 95% |
| 3510 | 2016-04-04 15:32:36 | 44.03 | 92% |
| 2512 | 2014-08-15 17:20:57 | 43.78 | 91% |
| 2483 | 2014-08-14 21:18:34 | 46.75 | 94% |
| 2067 | 2014-08-05 13:23:29 | 39.96 | 88% |
| 1905 | 2014-08-01 14:41:11 | 38.52 | 85% |
| 1816 | 2014-07-31 18:03:53 | 45.39 | 94% |
| 1710 | 2014-07-29 20:35:12 | 38.96 | 88% |
| 251 | 2014-06-16 18:57:45 | 29.77 | 86% |