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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5185 | 2012-01-16 15:13:12 | 120.48 | 91% |
| 3493 | 2010-05-12 10:19:34 | 119.15 | |
| 3477 | 2010-05-11 06:51:36 | 112.63 | |
| 1663 | 2009-12-04 04:12:38 | 80.34 | |
| 1592 | 2009-11-08 08:42:47 | 86.36 | |
| 1334 | 2009-11-03 08:15:17 | 88.03 | |
| 1224 | 2009-10-21 08:00:51 | 95.45 | |
| 1060 | 2009-10-14 13:59:08 | 91.91 | |
| 471 | 2009-10-04 01:25:20 | 82.43 | |
| 294 | 2009-10-02 17:04:48 | 71.93 | |
| 204 | 2009-09-30 04:53:26 | 81.78 |