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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5029 | 2011-09-06 00:21:58 | 115.80 | 99% |
| 4405 | 2011-05-12 17:32:40 | 108.85 | 99% |
| 3882 | 2011-02-16 00:08:44 | 89.81 | |
| 3724 | 2011-01-26 02:40:22 | 85.67 | |
| 3522 | 2011-01-20 21:23:08 | 86.96 | |
| 3511 | 2011-01-20 20:46:09 | 82.77 | |
| 3102 | 2011-01-14 18:25:49 | 97.25 | |
| 2330 | 2010-12-30 02:55:17 | 84.54 | |
| 2231 | 2010-12-28 21:56:54 | 66.61 | |
| 2192 | 2010-12-28 06:33:58 | 73.26 | |
| 2044 | 2010-12-25 00:59:44 | 86.25 | |
| 539 | 2009-11-19 01:08:25 | 72.06 | |
| 438 | 2009-10-31 19:14:03 | 75.26 | |
| 279 | 2009-09-02 04:46:36 | 57.53 | |
| 201 | 2009-09-01 19:26:52 | 63.92 | |
| 109 | 2009-09-01 00:33:21 | 50.47 |