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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6548 | 2014-07-06 05:36:16 | 100.68 | 97% |
| 6329 | 2014-07-01 05:54:22 | 90.28 | 93% |
| 5453 | 2014-06-16 04:11:05 | 96.52 | 95% |
| 5136 | 2014-06-07 06:18:22 | 93.98 | 95% |
| 4238 | 2013-11-07 10:12:28 | 85.16 | 93% |
| 4173 | 2013-10-24 11:12:23 | 95.55 | 96% |
| 3229 | 2012-08-24 13:35:31 | 74.46 | 92% |
| 2731 | 2012-08-05 14:45:13 | 76.35 | 91% |
| 2235 | 2012-07-23 02:59:10 | 61.40 | 84% |
| 2008 | 2012-07-15 16:28:27 | 72.24 | 91% |
| 1605 | 2012-07-05 17:08:29 | 64.80 | 92% |
| 513 | 2012-05-24 05:23:36 | 50.87 | 87% |
| 230 | 2012-01-23 13:46:03 | 41.07 | 88% |