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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4075 | 2016-03-10 10:15:17 | 68.77 | 90% |
| 3749 | 2015-04-04 16:13:58 | 56.62 | 90% |
| 3725 | 2015-04-03 15:36:01 | 55.27 | 89% |
| 3676 | 2015-04-02 18:56:38 | 62.52 | 94% |
| 3668 | 2015-04-01 13:22:31 | 49.18 | 85% |
| 3398 | 2015-03-14 21:07:38 | 53.95 | 92% |
| 2410 | 2014-09-07 04:50:40 | 55.81 | 95% |
| 1385 | 2014-08-21 11:40:58 | 53.89 | 95% |
| 1275 | 2014-08-17 09:31:25 | 53.54 | 97% |
| 803 | 2014-08-05 13:29:10 | 39.68 | 91% |
| 673 | 2014-08-02 16:28:05 | 40.23 | 89% |
| 400 | 2014-04-11 17:20:51 | 41.38 | 95% |