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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6129 | 2012-12-10 23:44:10 | 110.44 | 100% |
| 6120 | 2012-12-10 18:12:27 | 109.66 | 98% |
| 5623 | 2012-11-05 06:31:53 | 96.13 | 96% |
| 5368 | 2012-05-24 05:00:11 | 110.76 | 100% |
| 5078 | 2012-05-15 04:42:36 | 103.58 | 98% |
| 4850 | 2012-04-17 01:34:32 | 103.26 | 98% |
| 4442 | 2012-03-31 06:14:18 | 99.10 | 95% |
| 4248 | 2012-03-22 02:11:58 | 107.68 | 98% |
| 4176 | 2012-03-20 06:17:51 | 98.17 | 98% |
| 3988 | 2012-01-20 22:26:45 | 91.95 | 96% |
| 2856 | 2011-03-31 08:39:51 | 93.70 | |
| 2605 | 2011-03-17 06:25:09 | 83.76 | |
| 2466 | 2011-03-16 08:06:41 | 87.60 | |
| 1873 | 2011-01-31 05:18:21 | 87.83 | |
| 152 | 2010-12-13 02:33:53 | 80.11 |