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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3605 | 2015-05-09 04:53:59 | 78.55 | 98% |
| 3329 | 2014-06-10 12:11:46 | 74.28 | 88% |
| 2661 | 2013-08-24 21:21:48 | 74.61 | 93% |
| 2570 | 2013-08-02 16:49:44 | 80.55 | 96% |
| 2464 | 2013-05-10 00:11:48 | 71.24 | 90% |
| 2197 | 2013-02-08 07:24:11 | 74.16 | 90% |
| 1840 | 2012-12-31 17:23:40 | 66.76 | 92% |
| 1771 | 2012-12-28 04:54:04 | 74.78 | 94% |
| 794 | 2012-09-12 03:39:52 | 62.54 | 91% |
| 348 | 2012-05-20 21:20:59 | 61.08 | 91% |
| 228 | 2011-12-03 16:01:34 | 47.73 | 89% |
| 152 | 2011-09-14 14:28:11 | 52.62 | 87% |