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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4486 | 2017-05-06 22:06:27 | 89.31 | 94% |
| 3529 | 2016-11-14 23:06:02 | 115.16 | 100% |
| 3459 | 2016-11-13 21:44:11 | 109.95 | 99% |
| 2843 | 2016-06-28 00:05:36 | 95.12 | 94% |
| 2838 | 2016-06-25 19:02:56 | 108.30 | 99% |
| 2134 | 2016-02-05 03:00:48 | 89.69 | 94% |
| 1750 | 2015-12-14 03:08:49 | 95.95 | 95% |
| 1675 | 2015-12-13 02:21:13 | 109.44 | 100% |
| 1358 | 2015-11-20 01:16:39 | 99.43 | 96% |
| 1335 | 2015-11-18 01:19:58 | 99.04 | 95% |