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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4121 | 2013-01-25 18:59:20 | 108.13 | 91% |
| 3981 | 2012-05-23 00:42:21 | 108.68 | 98% |
| 3707 | 2012-01-20 17:26:23 | 106.92 | 98% |
| 2827 | 2011-08-29 14:00:17 | 92.25 | 97% |
| 2722 | 2011-08-09 10:38:44 | 92.86 | 96% |
| 2600 | 2011-07-16 16:50:19 | 84.54 | 95% |
| 392 | 2009-04-06 08:27:36 | 85.37 | |
| 80 | 2009-03-23 09:02:01 | 69.26 |