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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2472 | 2013-12-19 23:23:50 | 95.50 | 99% |
| 2190 | 2011-11-21 01:24:08 | 98.60 | 98% |
| 1787 | 2011-10-25 19:49:43 | 100.27 | 99% |
| 1492 | 2011-09-02 17:46:16 | 85.62 | 97% |
| 1020 | 2011-06-27 20:55:29 | 97.21 | 98% |
| 658 | 2011-04-28 19:04:41 | 92.87 | |
| 321 | 2011-02-15 20:41:26 | 82.70 | |
| 128 | 2010-10-01 04:06:50 | 81.28 |