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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4252 | 2014-10-09 22:25:25 | 90.23 | 98% |
| 4152 | 2014-04-08 18:53:03 | 93.79 | 96% |
| 3233 | 2012-02-08 23:23:47 | 96.88 | 96% |
| 2906 | 2011-12-08 03:11:35 | 93.83 | 97% |
| 2587 | 2011-11-11 20:44:30 | 101.33 | 98% |
| 1485 | 2011-06-01 01:24:54 | 72.56 | 87% |
| 933 | 2011-03-18 00:38:01 | 78.11 | |
| 513 | 2011-01-08 19:13:35 | 87.75 |