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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3752 | 2016-06-10 05:12:10 | 59.77 | 99% |
| 3405 | 2015-10-15 06:07:19 | 54.17 | 96% |
| 3236 | 2013-01-17 04:10:56 | 65.17 | 95% |
| 3228 | 2013-01-16 10:15:50 | 52.35 | 93% |
| 2273 | 2012-08-17 05:30:08 | 61.60 | 94% |
| 2231 | 2012-08-10 10:19:27 | 66.90 | 96% |
| 1054 | 2012-02-21 05:38:47 | 55.44 | 93% |
| 898 | 2011-06-09 05:42:22 | 52.87 | 91% |
| 836 | 2011-06-03 12:50:21 | 52.42 | 94% |
| 298 | 2010-12-16 16:17:31 | 38.94 | |
| 113 | 2010-11-12 08:29:01 | 36.23 |