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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1254 | 2011-11-13 17:25:05 | 111.15 | 95% |
| 1238 | 2011-11-01 14:23:02 | 105.27 | 94% |
| 1205 | 2011-10-24 16:10:17 | 110.05 | 93% |
| 1130 | 2011-09-28 13:04:23 | 107.09 | 94% |
| 1103 | 2011-09-19 16:37:32 | 104.05 | 94% |
| 645 | 2010-09-17 14:04:35 | 103.47 | |
| 538 | 2010-05-25 07:12:11 | 98.90 | |
| 189 | 2010-02-03 17:52:39 | 82.97 | |
| 129 | 2010-01-15 17:30:38 | 73.32 |