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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4692 | 2014-11-11 08:32:58 | 93.49 | 96% |
| 4609 | 2014-11-10 00:27:25 | 90.70 | 93% |
| 4600 | 2014-11-10 00:08:01 | 102.55 | 98% |
| 4596 | 2014-11-10 00:02:26 | 103.02 | 97% |
| 4537 | 2014-11-09 00:38:05 | 92.24 | 95% |
| 4116 | 2014-09-25 21:38:27 | 85.73 | 94% |
| 3469 | 2014-08-24 09:36:33 | 86.98 | 96% |
| 3218 | 2014-08-17 01:59:58 | 86.64 | 95% |
| 2404 | 2014-07-25 18:56:27 | 87.12 | 96% |
| 2081 | 2014-07-17 20:42:25 | 98.46 | 99% |
| 1887 | 2014-07-14 04:39:17 | 86.98 | 92% |
| 1760 | 2014-07-11 05:20:11 | 91.13 | 97% |
| 1292 | 2014-06-20 10:11:29 | 91.30 | 98% |
| 635 | 2014-06-05 05:17:19 | 85.85 | 97% |