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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3985 | 2012-09-10 12:27:59 | 71.92 | 99% |
| 3928 | 2012-09-09 14:38:56 | 65.96 | 97% |
| 3275 | 2011-02-10 03:51:02 | 59.41 | |
| 3022 | 2010-12-13 17:43:15 | 62.33 | |
| 2544 | 2010-11-18 05:53:57 | 58.18 | |
| 2001 | 2010-03-31 05:25:02 | 66.64 | |
| 1794 | 2010-03-27 02:49:37 | 64.99 | |
| 1676 | 2010-03-26 04:51:54 | 67.09 | |
| 236 | 2010-02-15 17:48:22 | 42.63 | |
| 40 | 2010-02-13 22:10:07 | 42.58 |