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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3505 | 2013-08-29 11:42:30 | 61.68 | 92% |
| 2816 | 2011-08-12 14:30:04 | 69.85 | 96% |
| 2394 | 2010-07-02 13:18:11 | 67.28 | |
| 1945 | 2009-11-13 06:59:12 | 65.07 | |
| 1684 | 2009-09-04 14:37:51 | 62.63 | |
| 1270 | 2009-06-10 17:04:44 | 54.29 | |
| 824 | 2009-03-05 19:30:07 | 61.09 | |
| 775 | 2009-03-03 18:45:27 | 46.01 | |
| 137 | 2008-10-13 16:29:53 | 34.49 | |
| 120 | 2008-10-09 17:51:47 | 38.70 | |
| 69 | 2008-10-03 19:33:52 | 40.14 |