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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3443 | 2011-09-11 12:38:17 | 104.55 | 95% |
| 3432 | 2011-09-11 08:33:58 | 103.62 | 95% |
| 3021 | 2009-07-27 07:36:40 | 81.81 | |
| 2977 | 2009-07-23 20:50:07 | 82.62 | |
| 2695 | 2009-07-14 21:06:14 | 84.34 | |
| 2621 | 2009-07-06 07:40:38 | 85.81 | |
| 2276 | 2009-06-19 12:48:03 | 84.43 | |
| 2153 | 2009-06-12 07:07:44 | 94.91 | |
| 1969 | 2009-06-01 15:31:40 | 90.78 | |
| 1021 | 2009-02-16 11:54:08 | 82.25 | |
| 888 | 2009-02-08 20:30:56 | 84.75 | |
| 323 | 2008-11-23 22:08:25 | 85.12 | |
| 317 | 2008-11-23 14:01:00 | 84.28 | |
| 33 | 2008-10-25 08:03:13 | 80.28 |