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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3495 | 2012-12-31 01:07:15 | 112.60 | 96% |
| 2069 | 2010-07-10 04:29:30 | 120.31 | |
| 1647 | 2010-03-30 19:33:24 | 84.18 | |
| 1559 | 2010-03-27 23:27:21 | 101.58 | |
| 1255 | 2009-12-01 04:18:53 | 81.14 | |
| 1196 | 2009-11-29 18:19:49 | 87.67 | |
| 1112 | 2009-11-22 17:28:18 | 74.61 | |
| 1027 | 2009-10-26 05:20:14 | 66.28 | |
| 876 | 2009-10-11 05:37:59 | 80.62 | |
| 624 | 2009-06-21 18:42:54 | 81.21 | |
| 303 | 2008-12-07 06:04:59 | 79.09 | |
| 100 | 2008-08-18 17:43:32 | 51.49 | |
| 35 | 2008-08-13 16:17:55 | 64.63 | |
| 28 | 2008-08-11 20:06:00 | 49.25 | |
| 23 | 2008-08-11 16:55:03 | 43.36 |