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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3474 | 2012-10-19 18:05:38 | 83.05 | 98% |
| 3427 | 2012-10-19 01:25:00 | 77.43 | 97% |
| 2843 | 2011-05-15 16:09:16 | 79.96 | 97% |
| 2773 | 2011-05-10 14:38:54 | 80.22 | 95% |
| 2460 | 2011-03-11 07:09:25 | 86.98 | |
| 2457 | 2011-03-11 07:01:46 | 69.00 | |
| 2361 | 2011-03-09 06:38:29 | 82.33 | |
| 2324 | 2011-03-08 07:48:39 | 82.74 | |
| 1960 | 2011-02-20 11:52:42 | 80.88 | |
| 1871 | 2011-02-17 11:15:08 | 77.42 | |
| 1868 | 2011-02-17 11:11:50 | 78.27 | |
| 1523 | 2011-02-07 11:41:57 | 78.76 | |
| 1265 | 2011-02-03 11:27:44 | 67.39 | |
| 1149 | 2011-01-31 07:55:06 | 71.65 | |
| 648 | 2011-01-20 02:10:04 | 61.98 |