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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3712 | 2015-03-05 15:17:38 | 138.47 | 100% |
| 3699 | 2015-03-04 20:14:41 | 115.49 | 96% |
| 3518 | 2014-07-24 08:48:03 | 103.60 | 96% |
| 3032 | 2014-06-23 17:16:22 | 113.88 | 96% |
| 2919 | 2014-06-21 19:05:13 | 106.50 | 95% |
| 2351 | 2014-06-11 11:10:45 | 115.11 | 96% |
| 1877 | 2014-04-29 16:32:03 | 104.87 | 97% |
| 1855 | 2014-04-28 16:15:08 | 112.20 | 98% |
| 1744 | 2014-03-23 05:58:31 | 92.53 | 94% |
| 1656 | 2014-03-18 14:40:05 | 103.42 | 93% |
| 1212 | 2014-02-15 17:18:21 | 103.32 | 94% |
| 891 | 2014-02-10 18:39:51 | 114.81 | 99% |
| 729 | 2014-02-01 18:17:54 | 113.61 | 97% |
| 659 | 2014-02-01 17:01:49 | 125.81 | 100% |