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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5776 | 2014-03-20 06:17:24 | 81.70 | 92% |
| 4260 | 2014-02-12 11:05:43 | 83.60 | 93% |
| 3869 | 2014-01-28 21:34:53 | 88.89 | 95% |
| 3667 | 2014-01-25 16:36:50 | 84.32 | 91% |
| 3389 | 2014-01-21 15:14:02 | 78.73 | 92% |
| 3035 | 2013-12-22 03:34:18 | 74.07 | 93% |
| 2674 | 2013-12-07 10:41:40 | 91.01 | 98% |
| 2570 | 2013-12-06 07:49:28 | 71.33 | 90% |
| 1301 | 2013-08-15 23:43:22 | 39.36 | 90% |
| 832 | 2013-08-09 00:29:31 | 65.40 | 89% |
| 718 | 2013-07-30 03:01:04 | 55.23 | 86% |
| 666 | 2013-07-30 01:27:32 | 63.06 | 89% |
| 536 | 2013-07-24 09:05:21 | 58.98 | 89% |
| 333 | 2013-07-23 07:58:37 | 68.06 | 95% |
| 286 | 2013-07-22 21:56:24 | 54.75 | 92% |