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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2776 | 2011-11-03 18:53:46 | 60.41 | 96% |
| 2707 | 2011-10-27 19:33:36 | 56.88 | 93% |
| 2233 | 2011-09-18 17:41:17 | 54.62 | 93% |
| 1974 | 2011-08-23 22:44:53 | 52.75 | 96% |
| 1850 | 2011-07-27 00:28:44 | 50.48 | 94% |
| 1240 | 2011-06-15 00:30:18 | 43.83 | 90% |
| 620 | 2011-02-08 02:33:34 | 44.62 |