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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3006 | 2013-10-17 10:27:53 | 101.74 | 98% |
| 1799 | 2010-02-27 19:04:59 | 80.81 | |
| 1641 | 2010-02-14 07:14:47 | 92.14 | |
| 1176 | 2010-01-05 15:53:36 | 98.53 | |
| 1174 | 2010-01-05 11:51:11 | 88.81 | |
| 957 | 2009-12-23 06:43:38 | 87.58 | |
| 834 | 2009-12-18 14:18:37 | 72.14 | |
| 758 | 2009-12-17 08:27:36 | 74.55 | |
| 311 | 2009-12-06 14:10:38 | 75.37 | |
| 251 | 2009-12-02 07:27:17 | 70.29 |