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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3681 | 2015-05-27 17:25:47 | 65.83 | 94% |
| 3047 | 2014-11-18 03:27:23 | 61.44 | 93% |
| 2060 | 2013-04-16 16:06:48 | 62.03 | 96% |
| 1501 | 2013-02-27 20:27:24 | 54.34 | 95% |
| 1147 | 2013-02-08 20:22:41 | 49.26 | 91% |
| 1132 | 2013-02-08 19:47:01 | 56.87 | 96% |
| 987 | 2013-01-29 13:04:26 | 54.15 | 95% |
| 287 | 2012-10-26 20:16:31 | 44.15 | 92% |