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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7150 | 2015-11-12 12:42:41 | 58.98 | 95% |
| 6770 | 2015-03-20 13:37:05 | 67.92 | 92% |
| 4945 | 2014-04-17 15:58:24 | 68.42 | 87% |
| 4838 | 2014-04-16 14:49:27 | 72.34 | 92% |
| 3909 | 2014-04-06 05:28:55 | 77.69 | 96% |
| 3582 | 2014-03-27 16:11:05 | 64.70 | 92% |
| 2042 | 2013-08-21 13:26:45 | 73.24 | 90% |
| 2003 | 2013-08-20 12:17:30 | 72.39 | 92% |
| 771 | 2012-10-18 05:44:13 | 71.02 | 96% |
| 658 | 2012-10-13 18:12:06 | 60.05 | 88% |
| 1 | 2012-03-26 09:33:48 | 76.65 | 95% |