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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3095 | 2013-09-29 19:08:05 | 98.54 | 90% |
| 2881 | 2013-05-21 01:00:28 | 111.15 | 94% |
| 2769 | 2013-01-13 18:20:57 | 121.67 | 96% |
| 2599 | 2012-11-20 01:21:42 | 123.13 | 95% |
| 2587 | 2012-11-08 10:08:27 | 111.09 | 95% |
| 2562 | 2012-10-31 06:24:45 | 109.89 | 94% |
| 2553 | 2010-05-28 18:41:26 | 106.59 | |
| 2163 | 2010-03-01 19:34:40 | 94.21 | |
| 1920 | 2010-02-14 22:08:52 | 91.76 | |
| 1805 | 2010-02-05 20:15:31 | 93.15 | |
| 1720 | 2010-02-02 19:34:43 | 100.73 | |
| 1402 | 2010-01-06 15:17:10 | 105.48 | |
| 1067 | 2009-12-09 14:39:45 | 93.83 | |
| 663 | 2009-11-17 14:53:51 | 103.72 | |
| 494 | 2009-11-12 15:12:32 | 85.19 | |
| 398 | 2009-11-10 15:13:30 | 72.64 |