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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3734 | 2015-06-12 07:00:45 | 73.80 | 95% |
| 3696 | 2015-06-09 20:35:13 | 66.63 | 94% |
| 3108 | 2009-05-16 18:03:36 | 67.28 | |
| 2543 | 2009-04-18 07:35:06 | 59.42 | |
| 1900 | 2009-03-18 22:27:58 | 59.83 | |
| 1779 | 2009-03-10 20:33:23 | 55.99 | |
| 1734 | 2009-03-07 18:03:15 | 51.90 | |
| 1407 | 2009-02-19 21:15:50 | 58.82 | |
| 1048 | 2009-02-03 17:59:56 | 54.35 | |
| 470 | 2009-01-15 21:08:57 | 53.04 | |
| 186 | 2009-01-08 20:32:45 | 49.48 |