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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3502 | 2013-01-23 18:47:51 | 78.74 | 94% |
| 3494 | 2013-01-22 20:41:44 | 83.80 | 94% |
| 3244 | 2012-12-02 08:51:54 | 70.79 | 91% |
| 2423 | 2011-05-11 00:03:52 | 74.48 | 96% |
| 1878 | 2011-04-16 07:50:45 | 58.07 | |
| 1779 | 2011-04-13 15:36:49 | 74.52 | |
| 1771 | 2011-04-13 02:04:39 | 70.14 | |
| 1428 | 2011-04-06 05:18:55 | 68.48 | 93% |
| 855 | 2011-03-24 16:18:21 | 62.45 | |
| 801 | 2011-03-23 22:52:25 | 69.34 | |
| 765 | 2011-03-23 00:17:56 | 68.56 | |
| 658 | 2011-03-22 06:22:49 | 60.64 | |
| 428 | 2011-03-17 04:13:24 | 63.47 | |
| 176 | 2011-03-14 16:54:08 | 62.65 |