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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4109 | 2013-11-15 21:37:36 | 86.94 | 97% |
| 4082 | 2013-11-13 17:49:11 | 85.93 | 99% |
| 4067 | 2013-11-13 17:19:52 | 74.21 | 92% |
| 3867 | 2012-06-28 17:49:31 | 87.60 | 96% |
| 3829 | 2012-06-26 21:33:48 | 90.65 | 96% |
| 3539 | 2012-06-18 15:35:34 | 84.74 | 96% |
| 3064 | 2012-05-25 20:36:33 | 80.62 | 95% |
| 2842 | 2012-05-18 13:07:37 | 88.41 | 98% |
| 2805 | 2012-05-16 18:14:32 | 80.93 | 94% |
| 2663 | 2012-05-09 00:02:01 | 79.05 | 94% |
| 2562 | 2012-05-01 02:29:15 | 83.21 | 97% |
| 2502 | 2012-04-30 20:29:50 | 80.27 | 94% |
| 374 | 2011-08-23 22:34:27 | 53.63 | 93% |
| 338 | 2011-08-23 03:51:23 | 48.38 | 91% |