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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4019 | 2013-08-11 01:43:16 | 129.23 | 99% |
| 3544 | 2012-09-30 01:47:11 | 115.42 | 95% |
| 3483 | 2012-09-03 02:00:37 | 126.62 | 99% |
| 3236 | 2012-08-02 02:50:52 | 124.02 | 98% |
| 2059 | 2012-06-03 21:40:56 | 135.91 | 99% |
| 2017 | 2012-06-03 08:51:57 | 121.22 | 98% |
| 1961 | 2012-06-03 04:08:41 | 128.12 | 99% |
| 1599 | 2012-05-27 20:37:28 | 113.70 | 97% |
| 1466 | 2012-05-24 20:56:05 | 128.54 | 100% |
| 1358 | 2012-05-22 11:27:28 | 113.81 | 96% |
| 869 | 2012-04-21 05:33:17 | 111.44 | 96% |