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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3402 | 2014-04-12 21:05:46 | 145.62 | 91% |
| 3188 | 2014-04-05 19:14:17 | 164.42 | 96% |
| 3074 | 2014-03-30 20:10:04 | 152.58 | 93% |
| 2920 | 2014-03-29 16:26:53 | 148.84 | 95% |
| 2511 | 2014-03-23 03:48:09 | 140.21 | 93% |
| 2459 | 2014-03-22 17:51:40 | 157.09 | 97% |
| 2326 | 2014-03-21 01:47:56 | 150.59 | 97% |
| 1354 | 2014-03-05 23:45:07 | 140.94 | 94% |
| 1258 | 2014-03-04 08:12:41 | 139.75 | 94% |
| 531 | 2013-12-18 04:20:30 | 150.98 | 96% |