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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4095 | 2012-05-30 19:21:41 | 113.82 | 96% |
| 3047 | 2012-03-30 00:50:06 | 99.87 | 94% |
| 3016 | 2012-03-29 19:11:10 | 124.24 | 99% |
| 1968 | 2012-03-07 23:51:31 | 88.46 | 90% |
| 1576 | 2012-02-29 04:20:12 | 86.86 | 91% |
| 1197 | 2010-08-17 03:48:42 | 94.81 | |
| 644 | 2010-07-10 02:12:53 | 97.12 | |
| 470 | 2010-07-04 04:32:34 | 101.22 |