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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4607 | 2016-09-26 17:39:19 | 90.59 | 95% |
| 4318 | 2016-08-29 15:53:01 | 90.63 | 97% |
| 3694 | 2015-04-06 14:09:36 | 78.44 | 92% |
| 3414 | 2014-03-27 12:34:42 | 68.34 | 93% |
| 2991 | 2014-01-13 12:31:09 | 73.47 | 97% |
| 519 | 2013-07-27 09:24:04 | 71.08 | 98% |
| 474 | 2013-07-26 13:22:04 | 64.43 | 97% |
| 460 | 2013-07-20 08:43:22 | 61.04 | 92% |