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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5580 | 2014-10-15 03:43:05 | 76.89 | 93% |
| 5312 | 2013-05-11 00:25:52 | 70.37 | 93% |
| 5232 | 2012-11-13 05:07:54 | 69.15 | 90% |
| 4912 | 2012-08-16 03:19:41 | 70.65 | 93% |
| 4110 | 2012-02-16 00:18:47 | 73.83 | 96% |
| 3288 | 2011-11-04 01:41:29 | 69.47 | 91% |
| 3075 | 2011-09-21 03:09:04 | 79.34 | 96% |
| 2608 | 2011-08-20 16:34:09 | 73.49 | 96% |
| 1764 | 2011-07-10 01:06:17 | 69.00 | 93% |
| 278 | 2009-11-16 03:21:54 | 54.71 | |
| 72 | 2008-11-16 12:14:35 | 47.50 |