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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4175 | 2014-11-01 17:09:58 | 80.37 | 89% |
| 4042 | 2014-10-12 00:27:40 | 82.13 | 90% |
| 3896 | 2014-09-21 06:06:07 | 83.05 | 90% |
| 3712 | 2014-08-24 20:49:07 | 77.73 | 88% |
| 3549 | 2014-05-27 04:25:02 | 82.00 | 92% |
| 2867 | 2013-12-24 07:00:46 | 74.12 | 90% |
| 2726 | 2013-12-03 02:09:49 | 74.23 | 91% |
| 2641 | 2013-11-29 05:32:24 | 84.48 | 93% |
| 2573 | 2013-11-23 17:00:36 | 87.15 | 92% |
| 2260 | 2013-11-05 05:09:22 | 68.46 | 88% |
| 2228 | 2013-11-04 18:47:12 | 69.51 | 87% |
| 1791 | 2013-10-19 19:15:09 | 67.18 | 88% |
| 1620 | 2013-10-16 00:34:48 | 80.74 | 91% |
| 390 | 2013-09-23 00:00:51 | 71.84 | 92% |