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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5993 | 2017-03-11 01:42:12 | 115.61 | 94% |
| 5808 | 2017-03-05 01:07:10 | 142.08 | 99% |
| 4677 | 2017-02-05 16:29:13 | 122.14 | 92% |
| 4185 | 2017-01-29 18:38:44 | 121.80 | 97% |
| 3280 | 2016-12-31 23:21:56 | 105.97 | 94% |
| 1553 | 2013-12-19 06:01:46 | 105.25 | 93% |
| 993 | 2013-11-22 03:02:16 | 88.22 | 92% |
| 967 | 2013-11-17 21:32:25 | 100.70 | 94% |
| 749 | 2013-10-20 00:52:10 | 110.25 | 95% |
| 649 | 2013-10-16 19:54:27 | 120.92 | 98% |
| 436 | 2013-09-20 21:08:24 | 104.85 | 97% |
| 40 | 2013-08-12 16:12:43 | 69.85 | 98% |