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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3201 | 2014-07-14 11:00:27 | 78.33 | 93% |
| 3080 | 2013-08-20 18:13:30 | 82.15 | 93% |
| 2926 | 2013-01-10 18:56:32 | 75.33 | 93% |
| 2766 | 2012-12-13 14:41:46 | 74.52 | 91% |
| 2552 | 2012-02-01 17:59:22 | 83.04 | 95% |
| 2278 | 2011-12-23 12:51:26 | 72.49 | 92% |
| 2113 | 2011-11-23 16:08:42 | 79.50 | 93% |
| 2107 | 2011-11-23 16:02:48 | 74.97 | 95% |
| 1381 | 2011-02-09 21:08:27 | 62.76 | |
| 662 | 2010-09-03 15:38:28 | 55.65 | |
| 455 | 2010-08-18 11:03:21 | 55.54 | |
| 197 | 2010-07-15 16:42:01 | 47.88 |