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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4638 | 2016-10-19 08:43:59 | 92.77 | 98% |
| 3904 | 2014-11-14 11:21:37 | 90.85 | 95% |
| 3216 | 2013-07-03 11:08:43 | 89.70 | 98% |
| 2573 | 2010-10-15 16:00:16 | 86.02 | |
| 2342 | 2010-09-17 17:17:53 | 81.02 | |
| 2276 | 2010-09-10 17:07:48 | 81.66 | |
| 2129 | 2010-08-22 14:47:54 | 81.45 | |
| 2001 | 2010-08-16 17:32:42 | 81.14 | |
| 1750 | 2009-11-29 22:54:01 | 73.98 | |
| 1579 | 2009-09-16 22:32:35 | 70.57 | |
| 1403 | 2009-09-02 17:50:32 | 81.73 | |
| 571 | 2009-08-10 08:30:35 | 64.45 | |
| 388 | 2009-08-05 08:01:23 | 70.07 | |
| 302 | 2009-08-03 14:59:35 | 60.91 | |
| 211 | 2009-08-02 21:14:05 | 59.43 | |
| 182 | 2009-08-01 12:37:30 | 70.17 |