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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3896 | 2014-05-28 01:53:16 | 98.28 | 91% |
| 3479 | 2014-05-16 23:47:42 | 108.76 | 96% |
| 3419 | 2014-03-18 19:49:32 | 103.78 | 94% |
| 3149 | 2014-03-14 01:33:33 | 98.69 | 96% |
| 2960 | 2014-03-08 23:21:34 | 108.73 | 98% |
| 2282 | 2013-02-02 03:47:35 | 74.26 | 88% |
| 1722 | 2012-06-24 23:48:48 | 98.60 | 95% |
| 622 | 2012-06-13 22:19:47 | 62.53 | 81% |
| 505 | 2012-06-13 00:09:41 | 88.70 | 91% |