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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3128 | 2014-07-23 18:59:55 | 100.18 | 95% |
| 2934 | 2014-06-04 05:43:41 | 96.94 | 96% |
| 2777 | 2014-05-19 07:31:20 | 95.86 | 95% |
| 2594 | 2014-04-28 13:44:43 | 89.22 | 93% |
| 2079 | 2014-02-02 12:55:59 | 98.79 | 96% |
| 1999 | 2014-01-25 06:35:48 | 88.19 | 94% |
| 1802 | 2014-01-11 07:59:44 | 91.13 | 94% |
| 1714 | 2013-12-28 19:36:49 | 102.11 | 98% |
| 1670 | 2013-12-24 16:57:27 | 94.78 | 96% |
| 1466 | 2013-10-09 08:01:26 | 85.90 | 93% |
| 1177 | 2013-09-08 02:20:30 | 76.48 | 91% |
| 789 | 2013-08-20 15:51:58 | 83.41 | 94% |