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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5988 | 2016-07-29 11:30:39 | 67.16 | 93% |
| 5457 | 2016-05-10 13:09:35 | 59.90 | 86% |
| 4633 | 2015-06-25 20:40:19 | 52.48 | 84% |
| 4351 | 2015-05-18 18:17:12 | 56.85 | 90% |
| 4058 | 2015-04-09 13:02:27 | 60.29 | 92% |
| 3735 | 2015-03-03 15:58:45 | 53.71 | 87% |
| 2550 | 2014-11-10 19:39:52 | 58.28 | 90% |
| 2426 | 2014-10-28 13:07:08 | 51.42 | 89% |
| 2070 | 2014-10-06 15:54:08 | 52.11 | 93% |
| 1709 | 2014-09-15 19:46:06 | 48.05 | 90% |
| 1408 | 2014-09-05 12:58:11 | 42.68 | 92% |
| 981 | 2014-08-18 18:21:32 | 44.81 | 96% |
| 584 | 2014-08-11 13:03:44 | 40.13 | 89% |
| 470 | 2014-08-06 11:17:51 | 35.82 | 92% |
| 209 | 2014-07-29 11:47:42 | 32.66 | 88% |