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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4062 | 2011-12-31 19:56:41 | 71.13 | 92% |
| 3693 | 2011-12-16 15:45:28 | 74.97 | 94% |
| 3367 | 2011-12-07 14:53:10 | 79.14 | 96% |
| 3038 | 2011-11-28 18:49:35 | 65.36 | 89% |
| 2840 | 2011-11-19 02:38:07 | 66.82 | 91% |
| 2096 | 2011-10-29 18:10:38 | 70.45 | 93% |
| 1821 | 2011-10-20 22:10:00 | 70.74 | 93% |
| 1601 | 2011-10-14 14:20:33 | 77.73 | 95% |
| 854 | 2011-09-14 14:27:51 | 77.22 | 94% |
| 538 | 2011-08-31 23:50:45 | 69.05 | 91% |