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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4688 | 2016-10-14 19:59:12 | 124.34 | 98% |
| 3952 | 2016-09-21 23:33:03 | 117.82 | 93% |
| 3802 | 2016-01-13 04:18:53 | 126.47 | 99% |
| 3486 | 2015-10-20 00:17:47 | 130.80 | 99% |
| 3096 | 2015-02-09 00:27:23 | 125.32 | 100% |
| 1359 | 2013-05-16 18:46:04 | 124.59 | 96% |
| 1290 | 2013-05-08 02:25:02 | 116.92 | 95% |
| 1212 | 2013-05-03 17:56:35 | 122.62 | 96% |
| 1094 | 2013-05-01 04:00:04 | 112.44 | 94% |
| 804 | 2013-04-16 15:07:47 | 112.13 | 95% |
| 488 | 2013-04-11 15:11:27 | 124.03 | 97% |
| 197 | 2012-11-15 17:04:06 | 109.26 | 95% |
| 76 | 2012-09-06 15:46:31 | 103.77 | 94% |