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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3012 | 2012-05-07 10:51:40 | 82.74 | 88% |
| 2963 | 2012-01-02 22:16:27 | 83.35 | 97% |
| 2629 | 2010-09-05 09:40:53 | 88.49 | |
| 2191 | 2010-06-11 14:05:13 | 78.07 | |
| 1825 | 2010-05-16 14:10:37 | 83.10 | |
| 1729 | 2010-05-10 11:59:56 | 78.47 | |
| 1624 | 2010-05-03 16:18:43 | 71.76 | |
| 1542 | 2010-05-01 17:23:24 | 83.16 | |
| 1462 | 2010-04-29 20:32:39 | 79.92 | |
| 1308 | 2010-04-19 08:38:59 | 87.15 | |
| 1058 | 2010-03-21 12:11:13 | 92.07 | |
| 869 | 2010-03-07 13:31:26 | 73.92 | |
| 578 | 2010-02-16 12:00:43 | 75.20 | |
| 258 | 2009-12-28 00:12:54 | 77.23 | |
| 101 | 2009-11-23 01:44:57 | 64.69 |