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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5950 | 2014-02-04 00:08:04 | 92.50 | 96% |
| 5539 | 2013-11-05 10:12:39 | 91.01 | 96% |
| 5397 | 2013-10-06 21:47:15 | 81.70 | 91% |
| 4112 | 2013-05-26 08:17:57 | 94.28 | 97% |
| 3872 | 2013-04-11 01:38:29 | 90.55 | 94% |
| 3519 | 2013-03-18 16:08:12 | 79.44 | 91% |
| 3445 | 2013-03-12 21:59:31 | 80.66 | 92% |
| 2582 | 2013-02-06 23:27:10 | 81.23 | 96% |
| 2541 | 2013-02-06 19:24:57 | 80.84 | 95% |
| 2153 | 2013-01-30 06:14:34 | 83.43 | 96% |
| 1116 | 2013-01-12 12:05:24 | 73.21 | 95% |
| 1104 | 2013-01-12 03:41:31 | 76.09 | 95% |
| 907 | 2013-01-08 19:22:53 | 63.32 | 93% |
| 669 | 2013-01-05 03:49:45 | 72.20 | 97% |
| 520 | 2013-01-04 06:02:21 | 67.24 | 97% |
| 465 | 2013-01-04 04:41:49 | 61.82 | 95% |
| 157 | 2013-01-01 00:48:46 | 66.72 | 98% |