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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3108 | 2015-05-15 01:48:06 | 92.22 | 95% |
| 2954 | 2015-05-09 23:19:00 | 93.96 | 93% |
| 2765 | 2015-04-24 13:03:09 | 100.65 | 97% |
| 2691 | 2015-04-21 21:09:49 | 95.33 | 97% |
| 2527 | 2015-03-14 06:33:00 | 91.77 | 94% |
| 2428 | 2015-03-02 07:55:17 | 96.42 | 95% |
| 2276 | 2015-02-24 05:06:22 | 97.20 | 97% |
| 2033 | 2014-12-03 05:44:00 | 86.54 | 92% |
| 1740 | 2014-11-14 04:10:52 | 91.90 | 95% |
| 1623 | 2014-11-08 21:43:37 | 86.72 | 95% |
| 1338 | 2014-06-02 20:39:12 | 93.58 | 98% |
| 1011 | 2013-09-01 23:13:30 | 91.93 | 95% |
| 731 | 2013-02-02 19:24:36 | 78.25 | 89% |
| 566 | 2013-01-21 04:26:51 | 92.16 | 94% |
| 332 | 2013-01-05 19:50:29 | 75.87 | 91% |
| 298 | 2013-01-05 06:47:00 | 83.64 | 95% |
| 222 | 2013-01-01 07:21:48 | 77.84 | 94% |