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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9392 | 2012-05-22 20:09:10 | 85.95 | 96% |
| 8709 | 2012-01-12 23:30:29 | 95.05 | 98% |
| 8701 | 2012-01-12 23:08:02 | 97.47 | 99% |
| 8053 | 2011-10-24 20:51:22 | 96.09 | 99% |
| 7235 | 2011-08-10 15:26:12 | 94.57 | 100% |
| 5847 | 2011-04-24 15:05:28 | 84.04 | |
| 5472 | 2011-02-04 02:17:16 | 80.80 | |
| 5124 | 2010-09-14 23:48:01 | 80.32 | |
| 5032 | 2010-09-14 13:29:40 | 78.75 | |
| 2871 | 2010-08-29 12:34:19 | 72.16 | |
| 2540 | 2010-08-28 15:09:31 | 79.52 | |
| 1158 | 2010-08-25 12:27:42 | 59.57 | |
| 989 | 2010-08-24 18:36:00 | 67.39 | |
| 876 | 2010-08-24 16:30:38 | 63.74 |