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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3022 | 2014-08-09 04:28:18 | 72.96 | 99% |
| 2793 | 2014-07-19 11:11:01 | 68.36 | 97% |
| 2784 | 2014-07-19 10:52:58 | 71.10 | 97% |
| 2391 | 2013-04-26 11:32:18 | 68.31 | 97% |
| 2259 | 2013-04-20 12:29:19 | 68.45 | 96% |
| 2236 | 2013-04-17 14:42:05 | 73.93 | 99% |
| 1992 | 2013-04-05 17:28:48 | 63.40 | 93% |
| 964 | 2013-01-31 15:12:17 | 62.79 | 93% |
| 924 | 2013-01-28 00:40:45 | 59.85 | 90% |
| 393 | 2011-12-14 07:28:31 | 66.63 | 96% |