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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2347 | 2012-08-19 07:58:07 | 106.18 | 94% |
| 1749 | 2011-04-15 16:10:45 | 118.94 | |
| 1518 | 2010-01-07 13:55:41 | 108.00 | |
| 1321 | 2009-08-03 20:32:45 | 105.11 | |
| 1154 | 2009-07-22 12:24:24 | 102.19 | |
| 1071 | 2009-06-14 19:29:27 | 94.42 | |
| 786 | 2009-06-09 18:56:24 | 112.34 | |
| 502 | 2009-06-06 20:42:27 | 102.32 | |
| 465 | 2009-06-06 07:16:17 | 105.83 | |
| 24 | 2009-05-31 21:05:13 | 97.23 |