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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2256 | 2014-03-10 19:25:54 | 94.75 | 97% |
| 2206 | 2014-03-06 04:52:09 | 83.08 | 96% |
| 1768 | 2011-01-01 09:45:36 | 96.68 | |
| 1545 | 2010-12-11 15:58:58 | 90.27 | |
| 1271 | 2010-08-25 17:45:42 | 90.29 | |
| 887 | 2010-03-09 08:36:02 | 88.21 | |
| 835 | 2009-10-06 15:47:10 | 82.04 | |
| 350 | 2008-12-05 01:33:03 | 67.94 | |
| 13 | 2008-11-21 16:48:42 | 71.60 |