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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3346 | 2011-06-11 16:14:22 | 97.68 | 93% |
| 3274 | 2011-06-03 16:45:08 | 100.39 | 96% |
| 3187 | 2011-05-30 16:49:02 | 97.08 | 95% |
| 2353 | 2011-01-31 10:17:04 | 89.66 | |
| 1844 | 2010-10-05 02:39:26 | 86.12 | |
| 1390 | 2010-08-07 03:46:54 | 76.23 | |
| 1013 | 2010-05-02 12:55:16 | 76.75 | |
| 222 | 2010-04-20 14:38:51 | 78.24 | |
| 170 | 2010-04-20 11:24:41 | 73.52 | |
| 77 | 2010-04-18 12:07:29 | 64.94 |