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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4862 | 2013-11-12 12:45:54 | 75.63 | 95% |
| 4434 | 2010-10-16 20:14:27 | 70.72 | |
| 4381 | 2010-10-14 12:07:06 | 85.71 | |
| 3675 | 2010-09-09 13:32:03 | 83.67 | |
| 3449 | 2010-08-14 02:05:28 | 62.12 | |
| 3123 | 2010-07-26 01:21:50 | 71.84 | |
| 2341 | 2010-02-23 08:58:46 | 38.74 | |
| 2116 | 2010-02-05 01:10:12 | 75.80 | |
| 2109 | 2010-02-04 22:37:16 | 65.27 | |
| 2075 | 2010-02-04 19:58:30 | 71.11 | |
| 1717 | 2010-01-19 21:22:39 | 66.97 | |
| 1128 | 2009-12-30 20:26:43 | 66.86 | |
| 683 | 2009-12-09 23:07:47 | 67.46 | |
| 663 | 2009-12-09 00:09:20 | 62.69 | |
| 428 | 2009-11-06 22:09:00 | 57.16 | |
| 22 | 2009-09-16 23:06:45 | 46.72 |