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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3726 | 2014-02-13 07:59:41 | 105.73 | 99% |
| 3508 | 2013-07-16 19:03:11 | 87.28 | 95% |
| 3195 | 2013-05-07 05:05:11 | 89.81 | 95% |
| 3010 | 2013-04-05 11:44:04 | 88.85 | 94% |
| 1847 | 2012-06-21 07:57:02 | 68.92 | 94% |
| 1686 | 2012-06-04 05:58:44 | 62.12 | 92% |
| 1044 | 2012-04-30 10:38:01 | 61.74 | 93% |
| 952 | 2012-04-26 08:56:16 | 55.00 | 87% |
| 923 | 2012-04-26 05:00:33 | 55.54 | 89% |
| 473 | 2012-04-17 04:51:41 | 44.83 | 86% |