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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2260 | 2014-06-27 09:38:32 | 56.79 | 97% |
| 2042 | 2013-08-15 08:07:16 | 50.36 | 96% |
| 1729 | 2013-04-27 16:37:48 | 42.35 | 97% |
| 1706 | 2013-04-16 08:03:51 | 46.38 | 95% |
| 1688 | 2013-04-09 04:31:22 | 48.52 | 94% |
| 1665 | 2013-04-08 02:09:19 | 46.33 | 94% |
| 587 | 2012-12-09 15:09:05 | 36.58 | 93% |
| 156 | 2012-11-22 13:45:55 | 29.49 | 93% |
| 138 | 2012-11-21 15:49:42 | 32.65 | 94% |