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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3734 | 2014-06-22 23:37:19 | 119.93 | 99% |
| 3369 | 2014-05-30 01:33:49 | 120.85 | 100% |
| 3073 | 2014-05-14 08:52:25 | 123.38 | 99% |
| 3026 | 2014-05-13 07:02:51 | 110.67 | 98% |
| 2481 | 2014-04-16 05:54:16 | 121.12 | 100% |
| 2413 | 2014-04-13 07:14:07 | 107.62 | 95% |
| 2309 | 2014-04-11 02:47:14 | 111.04 | 97% |
| 1227 | 2014-03-10 00:15:02 | 123.58 | 99% |
| 994 | 2014-03-06 09:39:32 | 111.66 | 98% |
| 881 | 2014-03-05 05:24:51 | 111.91 | 98% |
| 581 | 2014-03-01 21:29:28 | 107.64 | 98% |