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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3127 | 2014-12-22 20:30:27 | 110.32 | 98% |
| 2953 | 2014-05-27 20:51:13 | 119.55 | 99% |
| 2544 | 2013-11-16 14:24:21 | 119.41 | 95% |
| 2542 | 2013-11-16 14:21:58 | 111.15 | 96% |
| 1569 | 2013-09-21 11:36:13 | 93.45 | 92% |
| 804 | 2013-09-04 20:02:10 | 84.11 | 93% |
| 397 | 2013-08-08 16:58:56 | 81.69 | 92% |
| 226 | 2013-07-15 18:36:29 | 84.60 | 92% |
| 154 | 2013-07-14 10:08:21 | 71.18 | 89% |