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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7514 | 2016-03-24 10:43:01 | 114.42 | 98% |
| 7319 | 2016-03-16 03:06:08 | 93.89 | 94% |
| 7068 | 2016-03-05 19:20:12 | 102.19 | 97% |
| 6765 | 2016-02-06 08:13:38 | 92.40 | 94% |
| 6691 | 2015-12-16 05:53:30 | 97.97 | 94% |
| 5776 | 2015-07-24 01:56:00 | 104.00 | 96% |
| 5629 | 2015-07-22 03:26:21 | 100.65 | 95% |
| 4996 | 2015-07-02 05:26:31 | 94.92 | 97% |
| 4850 | 2015-06-27 07:34:43 | 87.47 | 91% |
| 3810 | 2015-05-13 04:45:10 | 89.95 | 95% |
| 3045 | 2013-12-20 23:26:20 | 78.60 | 88% |
| 2944 | 2013-12-10 09:25:08 | 80.05 | 93% |
| 1922 | 2013-09-11 19:55:40 | 85.42 | 94% |
| 1194 | 2013-07-11 20:58:09 | 80.66 | 92% |
| 1043 | 2013-07-10 06:54:10 | 87.74 | 98% |
| 217 | 2013-06-26 10:18:32 | 60.01 | 86% |