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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3076 | 2012-12-09 15:47:04 | 88.33 | 93% |
| 2155 | 2012-03-28 09:57:21 | 97.26 | 98% |
| 1959 | 2012-03-24 09:53:38 | 90.87 | 93% |
| 1597 | 2011-12-11 10:55:44 | 78.43 | 93% |
| 1244 | 2010-01-21 14:15:17 | 81.04 | |
| 980 | 2009-06-27 06:15:26 | 78.21 | |
| 781 | 2009-06-08 09:48:16 | 78.77 | |
| 361 | 2009-04-20 10:30:44 | 76.30 |