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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3855 | 2012-03-20 00:55:39 | 106.16 | 98% |
| 3370 | 2012-02-17 13:05:47 | 115.73 | 98% |
| 3135 | 2012-02-08 03:27:58 | 92.93 | 97% |
| 2356 | 2012-01-03 12:39:46 | 98.26 | 93% |
| 2243 | 2011-12-22 02:46:47 | 110.41 | 99% |
| 2226 | 2011-12-22 00:23:12 | 96.59 | 92% |
| 1669 | 2011-12-12 07:40:38 | 108.88 | 98% |
| 1328 | 2010-09-09 16:21:17 | 102.66 | |
| 117 | 2008-10-23 16:40:06 | 94.50 |