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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2997 | 2015-01-04 07:18:24 | 106.68 | 93% |
| 2955 | 2015-01-04 04:41:00 | 113.39 | 98% |
| 1746 | 2010-08-08 22:58:20 | 93.99 | |
| 1568 | 2010-07-27 18:25:33 | 90.44 | |
| 1369 | 2010-07-15 18:34:39 | 84.42 | |
| 986 | 2010-05-30 20:34:06 | 95.31 | |
| 332 | 2010-04-15 23:02:39 | 86.99 | |
| 203 | 2010-04-11 03:13:48 | 79.80 | |
| 114 | 2010-04-03 04:13:42 | 69.16 |