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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6859 | 2016-03-16 16:16:03 | 114.74 | 96% |
| 6350 | 2015-02-13 17:41:40 | 113.06 | 94% |
| 5777 | 2014-04-29 04:45:35 | 100.57 | 94% |
| 4795 | 2013-04-04 01:17:51 | 105.92 | 93% |
| 4688 | 2013-03-05 18:13:51 | 112.50 | 96% |
| 4570 | 2013-02-22 17:08:14 | 112.21 | 96% |
| 4332 | 2013-01-31 01:00:52 | 98.55 | 94% |
| 3981 | 2012-11-09 03:01:19 | 106.26 | 95% |
| 3491 | 2012-07-23 19:22:13 | 109.39 | 97% |
| 2774 | 2011-11-08 17:45:16 | 86.33 | 90% |
| 2288 | 2011-07-26 03:44:59 | 109.57 | 97% |
| 1832 | 2010-12-02 03:32:49 | 93.96 | |
| 1408 | 2010-10-07 19:07:50 | 98.11 | |
| 364 | 2010-07-18 00:18:31 | 97.09 | |
| 227 | 2010-07-14 19:20:21 | 106.00 |