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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4660 | 2017-04-10 13:52:54 | 103.50 | 98% |
| 3803 | 2013-08-23 05:24:18 | 98.36 | 98% |
| 3469 | 2013-02-15 19:33:43 | 89.90 | 93% |
| 3409 | 2013-02-04 18:41:25 | 82.00 | 92% |
| 2046 | 2011-05-02 23:04:57 | 96.19 | 95% |
| 2007 | 2011-03-24 22:50:41 | 94.65 | |
| 674 | 2009-08-31 00:48:13 | 96.48 | |
| 458 | 2009-08-27 22:31:31 | 83.09 | |
| 409 | 2009-08-27 03:24:30 | 84.18 | |
| 123 | 2009-08-20 03:08:56 | 75.69 | |
| 97 | 2009-08-20 02:14:46 | 86.34 |