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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5923 | 2015-08-30 03:35:09 | 81.31 | 97% |
| 5600 | 2015-07-08 14:57:55 | 83.09 | 99% |
| 4751 | 2014-05-13 04:14:10 | 85.40 | 99% |
| 4725 | 2014-05-09 09:02:25 | 88.33 | 99% |
| 4417 | 2014-03-21 15:18:55 | 84.75 | 99% |
| 4355 | 2014-03-17 04:42:53 | 70.21 | 99% |
| 3780 | 2014-02-07 18:22:38 | 82.98 | 100% |
| 2977 | 2013-12-06 14:03:23 | 74.37 | 94% |
| 2478 | 2013-11-08 05:08:31 | 60.26 | 91% |
| 2260 | 2013-10-28 17:26:42 | 78.56 | 97% |
| 2195 | 2013-10-26 16:09:43 | 71.26 | 95% |
| 2116 | 2013-10-25 15:19:45 | 81.08 | 99% |
| 1946 | 2013-09-27 13:45:06 | 79.65 | 100% |
| 1885 | 2013-09-27 06:45:40 | 65.60 | 96% |
| 549 | 2012-12-20 04:29:06 | 76.16 | 98% |
| 281 | 2012-12-07 15:38:07 | 69.42 | 96% |