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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1030 | 2011-11-08 23:21:55 | 96.05 | 95% |
| 999 | 2011-08-29 18:19:18 | 93.33 | 93% |
| 973 | 2011-04-16 15:36:02 | 94.83 | |
| 639 | 2009-08-17 17:49:55 | 98.12 | |
| 435 | 2008-11-16 03:05:47 | 91.19 | |
| 408 | 2008-10-18 20:15:38 | 75.31 | |
| 355 | 2008-08-30 20:22:37 | 96.18 | |
| 266 | 2008-08-20 02:52:48 | 101.59 | |
| 95 | 2008-08-10 20:37:54 | 80.91 |