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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3128 | 2013-01-16 18:58:40 | 81.15 | 96% |
| 3121 | 2013-01-16 18:45:38 | 75.52 | 96% |
| 2693 | 2012-02-13 14:06:23 | 71.82 | 95% |
| 2450 | 2012-01-10 12:18:00 | 78.01 | 97% |
| 2008 | 2011-12-07 20:14:33 | 80.14 | 98% |
| 1940 | 2011-11-30 21:10:06 | 80.91 | 98% |
| 1556 | 2011-11-03 15:51:25 | 81.91 | 98% |
| 1470 | 2011-09-24 23:58:39 | 63.76 | 91% |
| 1438 | 2011-08-31 00:09:57 | 63.04 | 87% |
| 1105 | 2011-07-03 02:10:09 | 61.40 | 89% |
| 884 | 2010-07-25 18:47:49 | 60.24 | |
| 648 | 2010-03-15 02:05:55 | 62.77 |