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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8040 | 2014-02-20 14:11:19 | 91.82 | 97% |
| 7095 | 2013-07-16 14:49:58 | 82.05 | 93% |
| 4760 | 2012-09-15 15:43:21 | 80.07 | 97% |
| 3720 | 2012-03-17 14:17:33 | 67.03 | 90% |
| 3349 | 2012-03-09 17:51:28 | 70.94 | 91% |
| 2565 | 2012-02-06 18:05:43 | 66.54 | 97% |
| 2504 | 2012-02-01 22:30:32 | 70.05 | 97% |
| 2319 | 2012-01-04 12:16:19 | 67.68 | 91% |
| 2239 | 2012-01-02 19:01:37 | 68.27 | 94% |
| 1386 | 2011-09-15 13:28:17 | 55.27 | 90% |
| 44 | 2011-06-03 14:44:28 | 49.22 | 93% |
| 41 | 2011-06-03 14:39:23 | 38.36 | 82% |