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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2027 | 2013-11-07 23:02:55 | 122.90 | 98% |
| 1795 | 2012-10-09 16:24:16 | 118.11 | 96% |
| 1606 | 2012-09-23 06:15:52 | 121.23 | 98% |
| 1429 | 2012-09-17 07:51:28 | 100.34 | 93% |
| 1152 | 2012-09-03 17:51:09 | 118.21 | 98% |
| 1005 | 2012-08-31 20:40:31 | 106.09 | 96% |
| 879 | 2012-08-26 06:45:55 | 104.09 | 93% |
| 705 | 2012-04-05 17:52:18 | 113.15 | 98% |
| 452 | 2011-04-09 08:33:40 | 100.22 | |
| 176 | 2010-10-31 02:05:32 | 109.32 |