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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5230 | 2016-07-04 08:45:24 | 83.95 | 97% |
| 4805 | 2015-09-30 05:21:24 | 83.34 | 97% |
| 4204 | 2014-06-12 06:02:43 | 68.02 | 92% |
| 3873 | 2012-05-29 07:29:54 | 62.39 | 90% |
| 3614 | 2012-04-06 16:35:12 | 70.18 | 95% |
| 3553 | 2012-03-28 17:54:01 | 72.24 | 95% |
| 3309 | 2012-03-06 06:34:42 | 63.97 | 94% |
| 744 | 2011-09-11 06:12:16 | 52.43 | 92% |
| 94 | 2011-08-30 11:05:32 | 44.14 | 92% |