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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3412 | 2016-12-06 01:25:18 | 63.19 | 96% |
| 2915 | 2011-08-18 22:54:46 | 65.53 | 95% |
| 2510 | 2011-07-08 15:08:56 | 65.73 | 94% |
| 2435 | 2011-07-08 12:29:50 | 60.11 | 95% |
| 2050 | 2010-07-20 19:40:40 | 63.55 | |
| 2047 | 2010-07-20 19:36:49 | 69.42 | |
| 1658 | 2010-07-17 16:19:10 | 61.71 | |
| 1315 | 2010-07-09 16:25:32 | 66.02 | |
| 649 | 2010-06-27 16:06:38 | 65.95 | |
| 145 | 2010-06-24 17:38:58 | 56.78 | |
| 81 | 2010-06-23 17:54:11 | 56.62 |