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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2642 | 2016-10-12 13:07:15 | 75.84 | 89% |
| 2503 | 2016-07-06 02:47:11 | 86.28 | 95% |
| 2262 | 2016-03-09 03:42:18 | 80.44 | 95% |
| 2195 | 2015-04-17 08:00:58 | 78.52 | 90% |
| 1723 | 2014-04-21 09:55:39 | 77.06 | 92% |
| 1578 | 2014-04-02 16:20:44 | 64.85 | 86% |
| 1522 | 2014-03-27 16:08:02 | 64.42 | 84% |
| 1350 | 2014-02-18 12:18:37 | 62.62 | 85% |
| 1332 | 2014-02-10 15:02:44 | 73.56 | 94% |
| 1127 | 2013-11-19 09:04:37 | 78.81 | 95% |
| 1123 | 2013-11-17 12:40:36 | 58.88 | 87% |
| 1023 | 2013-06-02 09:21:04 | 70.41 | 95% |
| 928 | 2013-04-09 18:06:15 | 60.53 | 89% |
| 740 | 2013-01-21 07:02:14 | 70.86 | 95% |
| 601 | 2012-12-10 07:02:42 | 60.40 | 90% |
| 513 | 2012-12-02 14:01:51 | 66.06 | 94% |
| 149 | 2012-11-15 17:13:03 | 42.90 | 85% |