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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7407 | 2017-10-19 14:58:31 | 105.24 | 98% |
| 6527 | 2017-09-09 16:22:53 | 97.07 | 98% |
| 4047 | 2011-03-21 06:28:27 | 87.12 | |
| 3458 | 2010-06-18 01:54:37 | 80.37 | |
| 3372 | 2010-06-12 05:03:45 | 85.79 | |
| 3274 | 2010-06-07 14:40:36 | 81.09 | |
| 3148 | 2010-05-30 18:43:49 | 87.54 | |
| 2017 | 2010-03-20 03:32:32 | 72.01 | |
| 1834 | 2010-03-11 09:58:47 | 76.78 | |
| 449 | 2009-09-16 06:31:52 | 75.65 | |
| 398 | 2009-08-15 21:37:45 | 59.27 | |
| 234 | 2009-06-09 21:57:45 | 54.38 |