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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4373 | 2015-09-20 18:01:34 | 80.64 | 98% |
| 4253 | 2015-09-14 15:55:10 | 73.16 | 96% |
| 4220 | 2015-09-11 16:38:59 | 85.06 | 98% |
| 4184 | 2015-09-10 14:10:18 | 81.09 | 98% |
| 3899 | 2011-05-16 03:54:26 | 76.87 | 98% |
| 2824 | 2011-02-21 19:06:29 | 72.11 | |
| 2210 | 2011-02-06 03:03:07 | 73.23 | |
| 1635 | 2010-06-03 17:35:41 | 62.98 | |
| 742 | 2009-05-02 22:07:50 | 46.07 | |
| 557 | 2009-04-23 19:11:59 | 52.59 | |
| 401 | 2009-04-18 20:14:40 | 47.21 | |
| 213 | 2009-04-15 02:12:51 | 41.20 | |
| 123 | 2009-04-13 14:51:31 | 51.14 |