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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1921 | 2013-04-25 00:00:00 | 128.71 | 96% |
| 1418 | 2012-05-03 03:55:47 | 122.35 | 93% |
| 1230 | 2011-11-28 21:54:59 | 122.62 | 96% |
| 1058 | 2009-06-02 20:06:01 | 111.46 | |
| 858 | 2009-05-12 22:01:58 | 84.39 | |
| 565 | 2009-01-02 19:30:29 | 104.30 | |
| 507 | 2009-01-02 01:16:10 | 98.36 | |
| 418 | 2009-01-01 18:09:38 | 109.54 | |
| 162 | 2008-12-31 06:42:41 | 110.22 |