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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5175 | 2013-04-27 14:44:48 | 123.40 | 98% |
| 5158 | 2013-04-26 05:50:57 | 115.91 | 97% |
| 5070 | 2013-02-12 16:48:35 | 137.29 | 100% |
| 4504 | 2013-01-18 00:26:29 | 133.81 | 99% |
| 4177 | 2012-08-22 08:48:32 | 130.03 | 100% |
| 3160 | 2011-10-29 09:53:58 | 120.93 | 98% |
| 3038 | 2011-10-29 05:01:22 | 117.39 | 96% |
| 2753 | 2011-10-27 08:52:46 | 101.12 | 94% |
| 2580 | 2011-09-26 13:25:29 | 121.58 | 97% |
| 1806 | 2010-03-11 15:31:39 | 107.32 | |
| 1643 | 2010-03-09 09:22:57 | 109.63 | |
| 1431 | 2010-02-21 03:10:01 | 95.33 | |
| 716 | 2009-12-13 10:02:55 | 107.29 |