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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6343 | 2013-08-05 02:43:12 | 121.33 | 93% |
| 4704 | 2012-02-04 02:41:36 | 107.78 | 94% |
| 4035 | 2012-01-17 06:13:25 | 113.04 | 93% |
| 3994 | 2012-01-14 04:58:48 | 103.37 | 90% |
| 3740 | 2012-01-05 05:27:51 | 103.84 | 91% |
| 3216 | 2011-12-27 23:43:31 | 104.35 | 92% |
| 2706 | 2011-12-12 05:47:57 | 104.01 | 93% |
| 2437 | 2011-12-08 03:11:28 | 114.27 | 93% |
| 2384 | 2011-12-07 07:08:50 | 105.37 | 93% |
| 2267 | 2011-12-07 02:21:41 | 108.19 | 94% |
| 1144 | 2011-11-19 04:19:25 | 97.59 | 95% |
| 1131 | 2011-11-19 04:06:52 | 92.19 | 86% |
| 1129 | 2011-11-19 04:05:13 | 95.54 | 88% |
| 789 | 2011-11-15 05:17:50 | 92.40 | 96% |