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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5146 | 2014-12-22 20:44:04 | 101.42 | 92% |
| 4518 | 2014-05-26 01:31:38 | 106.44 | 97% |
| 4057 | 2014-01-07 09:23:34 | 101.26 | 88% |
| 3597 | 2013-11-04 04:18:03 | 83.87 | 82% |
| 3367 | 2013-10-18 05:39:49 | 95.06 | 95% |
| 2936 | 2013-08-29 07:06:40 | 89.46 | 89% |
| 2173 | 2013-07-08 10:58:45 | 104.27 | 93% |
| 1957 | 2013-06-22 12:34:28 | 116.83 | 89% |
| 1928 | 2013-06-22 12:11:56 | 101.13 | 95% |
| 1693 | 2013-06-10 08:49:24 | 103.67 | 92% |
| 1512 | 2013-05-30 13:16:53 | 107.72 | 96% |
| 1397 | 2013-05-28 13:25:40 | 102.06 | 94% |
| 823 | 2013-05-20 13:24:47 | 101.38 | 98% |
| 519 | 2013-05-18 12:01:08 | 99.77 | 95% |
| 234 | 2013-05-06 16:59:00 | 101.76 | 95% |