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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3373 | 2011-08-04 11:22:24 | 69.09 | 96% |
| 3341 | 2011-07-17 11:10:07 | 65.11 | 95% |
| 3278 | 2011-06-12 12:56:08 | 68.23 | 97% |
| 3018 | 2011-03-11 02:18:28 | 51.01 | |
| 2315 | 2011-02-15 03:20:00 | 57.08 | |
| 2181 | 2011-02-12 06:36:36 | 58.00 | |
| 1905 | 2011-02-03 09:36:47 | 58.58 | |
| 1317 | 2011-01-21 08:16:17 | 59.77 | |
| 756 | 2011-01-06 07:34:26 | 47.56 | |
| 378 | 2010-12-08 02:07:03 | 50.09 | |
| 367 | 2010-12-08 01:38:06 | 45.84 | |
| 36 | 2010-11-18 03:00:11 | 37.09 |