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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1756 | 2012-06-23 15:43:49 | 72.22 | 97% |
| 1645 | 2011-12-01 10:55:59 | 69.37 | 96% |
| 1368 | 2010-11-05 11:44:40 | 60.63 | |
| 1116 | 2010-09-22 06:08:46 | 52.43 | |
| 886 | 2010-07-01 01:17:59 | 51.31 | |
| 857 | 2010-06-16 05:30:19 | 56.08 | |
| 587 | 2010-05-15 09:17:13 | 46.68 | |
| 414 | 2010-04-25 08:53:18 | 44.44 | |
| 372 | 2010-04-23 08:30:53 | 41.97 | |
| 282 | 2010-04-16 06:48:22 | 36.85 |