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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4064 | 2012-05-22 00:30:26 | 95.59 | 98% |
| 3228 | 2012-03-05 22:06:12 | 85.27 | 98% |
| 2864 | 2011-10-01 17:49:59 | 92.34 | 98% |
| 2804 | 2011-07-09 04:36:43 | 83.84 | 98% |
| 2459 | 2011-04-15 19:06:29 | 82.05 | |
| 1733 | 2011-04-09 00:10:10 | 74.60 | |
| 1147 | 2011-03-06 22:53:55 | 72.63 | |
| 1139 | 2011-03-06 22:44:07 | 71.22 | |
| 369 | 2009-12-25 08:42:11 | 65.64 | |
| 219 | 2009-12-22 20:10:34 | 57.36 |