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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3894 | 2013-07-10 20:21:35 | 124.77 | 97% |
| 3843 | 2012-10-16 16:42:35 | 122.12 | 99% |
| 3587 | 2012-09-25 20:29:33 | 107.40 | 93% |
| 3083 | 2012-08-29 21:11:23 | 120.44 | 96% |
| 2664 | 2012-06-03 19:18:11 | 97.50 | 90% |
| 2540 | 2012-05-30 02:11:36 | 122.54 | 98% |
| 2340 | 2012-05-14 16:56:36 | 113.65 | 93% |
| 2309 | 2012-05-14 14:41:29 | 108.32 | 93% |
| 1596 | 2012-05-06 14:19:57 | 76.58 | 96% |
| 10 | 2012-04-05 10:55:33 | 96.69 | 92% |