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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5252 | 2015-08-04 15:46:09 | 58.48 | 90% |
| 5028 | 2013-07-12 04:24:41 | 65.88 | 90% |
| 4100 | 2012-12-19 08:39:50 | 61.38 | 90% |
| 4086 | 2012-12-18 09:21:36 | 66.13 | 91% |
| 3922 | 2012-12-07 02:29:59 | 60.03 | 90% |
| 3691 | 2012-11-14 13:36:37 | 58.08 | 92% |
| 2870 | 2012-09-19 11:22:31 | 60.26 | 93% |
| 2334 | 2012-09-03 09:05:43 | 61.89 | 94% |
| 1450 | 2012-08-12 23:38:54 | 50.57 | 91% |
| 1431 | 2012-08-12 13:54:01 | 48.77 | 87% |
| 391 | 2012-07-18 23:37:46 | 46.73 | 89% |