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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2695 | 2015-07-22 16:47:54 | 71.83 | 93% |
| 2325 | 2015-05-21 14:53:17 | 62.30 | 88% |
| 2073 | 2015-03-26 20:47:53 | 67.35 | 93% |
| 1483 | 2012-07-18 18:36:07 | 66.22 | 90% |
| 1336 | 2012-06-12 16:46:05 | 57.33 | 86% |
| 1144 | 2012-02-07 21:18:36 | 51.87 | 85% |
| 508 | 2011-11-25 20:51:05 | 54.37 | 81% |
| 342 | 2011-11-20 18:05:35 | 51.50 | 80% |