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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5931 | 2013-07-23 11:00:36 | 101.29 | 98% |
| 5097 | 2013-01-15 12:05:45 | 107.00 | 99% |
| 5076 | 2013-01-14 23:45:45 | 83.64 | 92% |
| 4852 | 2012-10-27 05:07:46 | 78.30 | 88% |
| 4746 | 2012-10-26 23:57:33 | 96.55 | 97% |
| 3279 | 2012-03-23 08:08:09 | 84.37 | 91% |
| 3038 | 2012-03-13 08:52:33 | 95.19 | 96% |
| 2546 | 2011-10-10 10:46:15 | 98.49 | 96% |
| 1803 | 2011-10-07 04:47:19 | 95.61 | 97% |
| 123 | 2011-06-11 11:55:27 | 81.78 | 92% |
| 114 | 2011-06-11 11:46:34 | 85.45 | 96% |