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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2274 | 2014-12-08 02:53:42 | 75.99 | 96% |
| 1650 | 2010-08-07 03:47:01 | 65.38 | |
| 1450 | 2010-05-02 14:26:39 | 72.22 | |
| 1293 | 2010-04-22 01:47:30 | 71.39 | |
| 1178 | 2010-04-18 23:13:43 | 66.30 | |
| 1023 | 2010-04-13 02:10:12 | 74.58 | |
| 986 | 2010-04-12 02:19:27 | 73.70 | |
| 467 | 2009-11-15 01:10:35 | 74.50 | |
| 382 | 2009-02-28 22:54:21 | 82.88 | |
| 215 | 2009-01-04 04:13:18 | 75.40 | |
| 144 | 2009-01-02 04:25:51 | 71.58 |