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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2074 | 2012-01-06 19:43:59 | 88.62 | 95% |
| 1700 | 2010-10-21 19:42:03 | 86.51 | |
| 1481 | 2010-02-19 23:29:53 | 105.48 | |
| 1475 | 2010-02-11 11:50:49 | 100.98 | |
| 1392 | 2009-12-08 21:33:49 | 98.72 | |
| 1225 | 2009-11-05 15:24:34 | 96.09 | |
| 1170 | 2009-10-29 14:50:34 | 100.65 | |
| 1161 | 2009-10-29 14:26:04 | 110.38 | |
| 821 | 2009-09-02 09:52:39 | 90.79 | |
| 579 | 2009-08-20 13:51:25 | 93.79 | |
| 359 | 2009-07-28 21:21:15 | 110.37 | |
| 135 | 2009-07-24 17:03:05 | 103.20 | |
| 117 | 2009-07-24 16:40:59 | 95.61 |