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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2470 | 2016-06-10 18:01:08 | 109.13 | 92% |
| 2271 | 2016-06-03 22:02:05 | 120.51 | 98% |
| 1833 | 2016-04-25 05:16:10 | 120.81 | 98% |
| 1583 | 2015-11-09 01:31:27 | 112.20 | 97% |
| 911 | 2014-10-03 22:45:27 | 109.51 | 90% |
| 822 | 2014-10-01 23:06:08 | 143.30 | 99% |
| 474 | 2013-04-30 22:51:03 | 115.83 | 93% |
| 97 | 2012-09-04 00:14:54 | 104.63 | 90% |
| 76 | 2012-09-03 21:29:05 | 115.24 | 97% |