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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2970 | 2014-11-12 18:02:20 | 100.96 | 91% |
| 2583 | 2012-03-18 12:36:49 | 103.40 | 94% |
| 2518 | 2012-03-12 06:48:22 | 118.68 | 95% |
| 2343 | 2011-08-23 08:56:32 | 112.10 | 96% |
| 1922 | 2010-11-15 03:42:52 | 101.10 | |
| 1846 | 2010-11-08 02:58:32 | 102.36 | |
| 1817 | 2010-10-26 03:39:30 | 110.32 | |
| 1755 | 2010-10-21 04:19:10 | 122.73 | |
| 1631 | 2010-09-14 07:29:53 | 99.91 | |
| 1484 | 2010-09-13 02:44:22 | 101.66 | |
| 1264 | 2010-09-07 08:41:30 | 90.44 | |
| 1088 | 2010-09-02 03:20:04 | 108.47 | |
| 173 | 2010-04-21 10:24:56 | 115.74 |