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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3573 | 2013-03-22 04:07:50 | 77.04 | 90% |
| 3365 | 2011-12-10 04:59:44 | 101.57 | 95% |
| 3093 | 2011-11-24 19:12:31 | 91.38 | 92% |
| 2936 | 2011-08-15 04:36:35 | 100.50 | 96% |
| 2894 | 2011-05-25 00:09:10 | 94.26 | 96% |
| 2764 | 2011-04-13 04:02:19 | 93.90 | |
| 2496 | 2011-03-29 10:20:09 | 102.61 | |
| 2346 | 2011-03-24 02:32:11 | 97.77 | |
| 2031 | 2011-03-02 03:49:51 | 131.01 | |
| 2005 | 2011-03-01 07:07:05 | 101.61 | |
| 933 | 2011-01-11 07:22:01 | 91.23 | |
| 874 | 2011-01-08 06:05:16 | 92.95 | |
| 302 | 2010-12-22 09:56:38 | 89.42 | |
| 20 | 2010-12-18 08:49:02 | 73.66 |