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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3495 | 2014-12-23 18:55:43 | 93.51 | 95% |
| 2972 | 2014-11-24 22:33:27 | 91.38 | 95% |
| 2068 | 2013-11-30 09:18:02 | 82.31 | 96% |
| 1325 | 2013-10-27 19:47:16 | 77.20 | 92% |
| 688 | 2013-10-13 16:12:30 | 79.47 | 94% |
| 265 | 2013-10-03 21:09:11 | 73.75 | 94% |
| 145 | 2013-10-01 17:48:41 | 81.74 | 95% |
| 91 | 2013-09-30 18:22:52 | 68.51 | 89% |