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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3792 | 2018-07-03 14:51:07 | 76.04 | 98% |
| 2646 | 2011-05-26 15:14:54 | 60.57 | 94% |
| 2504 | 2011-03-25 16:40:13 | 54.24 | |
| 1963 | 2011-01-31 17:33:54 | 51.53 | |
| 1508 | 2011-01-22 12:33:03 | 52.19 | |
| 1099 | 2011-01-09 10:09:58 | 50.32 | |
| 1088 | 2011-01-09 09:47:17 | 45.76 | |
| 951 | 2011-01-05 13:13:18 | 44.28 | |
| 519 | 2010-12-30 11:10:08 | 48.71 | |
| 215 | 2010-12-13 09:21:05 | 46.39 | |
| 69 | 2010-12-04 19:12:38 | 37.37 |