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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4187 | 2015-04-16 00:34:08 | 80.50 | 95% |
| 4090 | 2011-11-11 22:11:20 | 71.65 | 96% |
| 3658 | 2011-10-17 10:56:49 | 78.09 | 97% |
| 3567 | 2011-10-11 15:42:57 | 75.12 | 100% |
| 3439 | 2011-10-09 20:50:35 | 76.85 | 99% |
| 3410 | 2011-10-09 06:33:19 | 72.51 | 96% |
| 3157 | 2011-10-04 23:30:31 | 68.44 | 95% |
| 2931 | 2011-09-30 15:11:12 | 72.83 | 97% |
| 2904 | 2011-09-30 13:37:24 | 66.80 | 94% |
| 2099 | 2011-09-19 07:07:50 | 62.06 | 97% |
| 2028 | 2011-09-17 17:32:10 | 69.84 | 97% |
| 1355 | 2011-09-12 11:08:43 | 62.86 | 93% |
| 1219 | 2011-09-10 23:17:52 | 63.90 | 98% |
| 1095 | 2011-09-10 08:44:58 | 58.84 | 96% |