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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4231 | 2012-03-31 11:14:11 | 101.59 | 91% |
| 4035 | 2011-09-29 08:48:08 | 101.52 | 95% |
| 3077 | 2010-12-30 14:35:20 | 92.48 | |
| 3046 | 2010-12-27 09:17:43 | 91.37 | |
| 2756 | 2010-11-24 13:10:38 | 87.13 | |
| 1542 | 2010-06-11 10:57:23 | 86.09 | |
| 1330 | 2010-05-18 11:50:19 | 88.55 | |
| 1211 | 2010-04-24 08:52:34 | 85.17 | |
| 1089 | 2010-04-06 16:18:21 | 91.90 | |
| 1057 | 2010-04-05 17:45:40 | 90.23 | |
| 818 | 2010-02-12 22:16:15 | 83.56 | |
| 540 | 2009-08-31 10:50:54 | 63.40 | |
| 9 | 2009-06-28 03:01:02 | 54.01 |