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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7481 | 2016-12-08 04:17:36 | 92.48 | 88% |
| 7462 | 2016-12-08 02:42:08 | 97.93 | 90% |
| 5559 | 2016-11-14 23:06:05 | 106.66 | 92% |
| 4772 | 2016-10-30 02:49:55 | 94.94 | 87% |
| 4679 | 2016-10-28 14:04:46 | 112.86 | 94% |
| 4496 | 2016-10-18 21:49:41 | 119.45 | 94% |
| 3828 | 2016-09-25 15:51:21 | 117.06 | 94% |
| 3755 | 2016-09-23 14:05:25 | 108.04 | 91% |
| 3501 | 2016-08-31 14:10:58 | 118.49 | 95% |
| 3480 | 2016-08-19 21:32:23 | 77.89 | 85% |
| 3082 | 2015-11-09 17:50:38 | 107.77 | 93% |
| 2998 | 2015-11-02 23:41:26 | 111.56 | 96% |
| 1471 | 2015-03-20 20:27:28 | 95.02 | 90% |
| 1412 | 2015-03-13 22:13:46 | 94.40 | 94% |
| 472 | 2015-02-14 00:53:04 | 79.64 | 88% |
| 26 | 2015-01-18 02:57:17 | 63.03 | 84% |