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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2371 | 2015-05-05 00:40:08 | 121.55 | 98% |
| 2278 | 2014-08-07 08:12:29 | 129.50 | 99% |
| 2269 | 2014-08-04 09:00:02 | 92.13 | 91% |
| 2079 | 2013-08-15 01:47:21 | 131.89 | 98% |
| 1866 | 2013-07-25 07:59:55 | 112.89 | 95% |
| 1719 | 2013-07-19 03:02:33 | 138.71 | 99% |
| 1624 | 2013-07-18 23:59:56 | 131.93 | 99% |
| 875 | 2013-06-05 02:51:22 | 113.63 | 96% |
| 546 | 2013-05-30 23:59:19 | 135.28 | 99% |
| 246 | 2013-05-27 03:13:34 | 130.04 | 100% |
| 113 | 2013-05-09 05:43:16 | 128.43 | 99% |