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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4550 | 2016-02-01 19:34:23 | 82.68 | 98% |
| 4545 | 2016-01-28 15:25:14 | 81.03 | 97% |
| 4128 | 2012-12-05 15:04:48 | 60.14 | 93% |
| 4050 | 2012-10-24 10:10:18 | 72.39 | 97% |
| 4006 | 2012-10-05 13:28:34 | 63.49 | 91% |
| 3725 | 2012-02-03 20:14:55 | 67.54 | 95% |
| 3156 | 2011-07-02 19:02:24 | 62.39 | 93% |
| 2462 | 2011-05-21 09:27:44 | 64.96 | 97% |
| 1963 | 2011-04-25 12:57:27 | 66.11 | |
| 1817 | 2011-04-22 20:04:20 | 57.89 | |
| 1489 | 2011-04-12 13:18:39 | 57.42 | |
| 1346 | 2011-04-10 10:07:50 | 54.28 | |
| 980 | 2011-03-29 12:39:06 | 44.84 | |
| 840 | 2011-03-25 16:09:45 | 54.19 | |
| 793 | 2011-03-24 17:29:01 | 44.91 | |
| 562 | 2011-03-17 20:37:34 | 50.11 |