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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8711 | 2014-05-16 09:14:45 | 88.19 | 90% |
| 8595 | 2014-05-15 02:14:53 | 98.97 | 95% |
| 8490 | 2014-05-10 09:00:45 | 104.82 | 95% |
| 7884 | 2014-02-20 09:19:54 | 89.40 | 90% |
| 6791 | 2012-08-24 14:04:53 | 98.41 | 94% |
| 6168 | 2012-01-15 09:03:39 | 82.26 | 90% |
| 5448 | 2011-11-24 05:25:04 | 81.28 | 87% |
| 4603 | 2010-11-23 09:24:30 | 78.15 | |
| 4492 | 2010-11-19 09:24:16 | 84.50 | |
| 4234 | 2010-11-14 11:32:09 | 78.60 | |
| 2945 | 2010-09-12 08:51:53 | 85.48 | |
| 2390 | 2010-08-02 11:15:27 | 99.61 | |
| 1881 | 2010-06-18 16:52:08 | 83.75 | |
| 1687 | 2010-05-15 17:15:22 | 80.74 | |
| 1408 | 2010-03-01 10:51:08 | 73.46 | |
| 1342 | 2010-02-25 17:24:42 | 72.93 | |
| 314 | 2009-11-16 15:23:39 | 59.29 |