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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4122 | 2019-04-15 17:32:37 | 75.25 | 97% |
| 1770 | 2013-09-01 16:32:36 | 55.73 | 90% |
| 1685 | 2013-03-07 15:09:02 | 60.88 | 93% |
| 1392 | 2012-06-17 20:56:59 | 72.07 | 97% |
| 903 | 2012-04-10 01:31:04 | 62.32 | 96% |
| 833 | 2012-04-04 12:24:12 | 60.88 | 95% |
| 769 | 2012-03-30 16:27:03 | 64.00 | 98% |
| 639 | 2012-03-23 17:07:02 | 57.26 | 94% |
| 413 | 2012-02-27 18:13:49 | 54.11 | 95% |
| 169 | 2012-01-27 19:17:15 | 57.17 | 98% |