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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5444 | 2014-05-24 05:23:09 | 111.01 | 94% |
| 4994 | 2014-05-10 00:18:21 | 119.71 | 96% |
| 3895 | 2012-06-13 22:04:22 | 126.04 | 97% |
| 3878 | 2012-06-13 20:07:35 | 111.43 | 95% |
| 3801 | 2012-06-08 20:43:03 | 112.33 | 94% |
| 2981 | 2012-01-25 06:23:00 | 114.92 | 96% |
| 1998 | 2011-12-15 02:53:51 | 100.27 | 94% |
| 1875 | 2011-12-14 00:44:28 | 96.71 | 93% |
| 1585 | 2011-12-09 08:12:09 | 99.60 | 94% |
| 1478 | 2011-12-01 07:16:07 | 95.53 | 94% |
| 1392 | 2011-11-28 02:50:53 | 86.70 | 90% |
| 928 | 2011-10-31 01:46:06 | 86.61 | 88% |
| 533 | 2009-09-05 06:01:04 | 84.90 | |
| 217 | 2009-08-02 07:12:33 | 75.61 |