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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8536 | 2018-05-23 23:05:36 | 94.00 | 99% |
| 6701 | 2017-01-01 07:39:09 | 100.61 | 97% |
| 6138 | 2016-12-11 23:07:47 | 101.27 | 99% |
| 4398 | 2016-02-21 06:10:21 | 78.51 | 94% |
| 2758 | 2013-07-13 05:21:12 | 78.78 | 96% |
| 2705 | 2013-07-13 01:01:02 | 71.36 | 90% |
| 2689 | 2013-07-12 23:44:07 | 82.28 | 96% |
| 1163 | 2013-06-25 07:11:39 | 63.87 | 94% |
| 834 | 2013-06-23 11:22:07 | 77.73 | 97% |
| 680 | 2013-06-22 07:57:41 | 83.62 | 98% |
| 197 | 2013-05-23 23:21:38 | 81.82 | 95% |
| 163 | 2013-05-22 09:36:50 | 78.06 | 95% |
| 115 | 2013-05-22 06:15:08 | 87.74 | 98% |