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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4785 | 2016-09-19 09:13:45 | 113.91 | 94% |
| 4118 | 2015-11-16 02:27:14 | 119.75 | 97% |
| 4009 | 2015-10-08 18:32:48 | 102.45 | 91% |
| 3261 | 2015-07-21 16:22:58 | 106.77 | 94% |
| 2851 | 2015-06-14 02:09:28 | 118.74 | 96% |
| 2669 | 2015-05-26 18:30:19 | 97.28 | 89% |
| 2664 | 2015-05-26 18:26:42 | 103.55 | 92% |
| 2563 | 2015-05-19 17:51:28 | 105.31 | 91% |
| 2412 | 2015-05-13 01:33:57 | 107.08 | 92% |
| 2396 | 2015-05-09 23:37:58 | 107.06 | 90% |
| 2313 | 2015-04-30 22:19:29 | 122.00 | 96% |
| 1268 | 2015-02-06 17:03:04 | 112.96 | 94% |
| 1160 | 2015-02-02 04:09:40 | 117.14 | 95% |
| 556 | 2014-08-18 00:48:48 | 122.63 | 97% |
| 190 | 2012-06-13 15:02:31 | 112.26 | 93% |