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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4469 | 2016-04-07 06:23:10 | 73.16 | 93% |
| 3684 | 2016-03-06 12:48:57 | 70.53 | 93% |
| 3165 | 2016-02-03 05:29:20 | 61.73 | 93% |
| 3039 | 2016-01-26 14:31:18 | 67.01 | 96% |
| 2402 | 2014-10-28 06:39:23 | 60.31 | 96% |
| 2306 | 2014-05-27 16:06:20 | 74.41 | 96% |
| 1997 | 2014-05-05 08:52:29 | 67.74 | 91% |
| 1489 | 2013-12-21 16:01:35 | 57.27 | 88% |
| 1039 | 2013-10-31 16:07:22 | 62.01 | 93% |
| 499 | 2013-10-22 12:30:10 | 63.19 | 94% |