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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4949 | 2016-04-14 16:47:14 | 83.61 | 96% |
| 4716 | 2014-07-02 05:56:31 | 85.28 | 89% |
| 4295 | 2014-02-07 04:00:16 | 77.31 | 91% |
| 3290 | 2012-05-19 16:02:22 | 74.86 | 93% |
| 2557 | 2011-05-17 11:50:58 | 67.43 | 85% |
| 1995 | 2010-10-27 00:27:56 | 66.44 | |
| 1897 | 2010-08-21 01:06:50 | 68.04 | |
| 1498 | 2010-06-01 16:12:20 | 74.79 | |
| 1215 | 2010-05-04 02:47:19 | 62.09 | |
| 237 | 2010-01-18 13:08:52 | 53.97 | |
| 156 | 2010-01-13 23:27:20 | 59.88 |