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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5678 | 2012-05-12 07:23:26 | 86.16 | 98% |
| 5453 | 2012-05-09 23:35:48 | 77.56 | 96% |
| 5319 | 2012-05-08 08:01:30 | 83.20 | 95% |
| 5244 | 2012-05-07 09:02:26 | 81.50 | 97% |
| 4876 | 2012-05-02 22:49:45 | 81.70 | 94% |
| 4512 | 2012-05-01 00:05:51 | 75.79 | 94% |
| 4285 | 2012-04-29 07:51:04 | 75.71 | 93% |
| 4147 | 2012-04-28 06:33:22 | 77.28 | 95% |
| 3425 | 2012-04-21 00:43:18 | 84.66 | 97% |
| 3284 | 2012-04-18 23:02:20 | 77.92 | 95% |
| 2909 | 2012-04-16 00:17:13 | 88.63 | 95% |
| 2851 | 2012-04-15 09:31:04 | 78.44 | 93% |
| 2484 | 2012-04-07 09:42:21 | 74.10 | 95% |
| 2373 | 2012-04-06 10:33:00 | 84.20 | 96% |
| 1915 | 2012-04-02 08:32:57 | 75.71 | 95% |
| 1149 | 2012-03-23 18:15:28 | 82.22 | 95% |
| 1037 | 2012-03-21 10:52:08 | 79.56 | 95% |
| 335 | 2012-03-13 15:45:29 | 82.09 | 97% |
| 5 | 2012-03-08 19:12:13 | 82.73 | 96% |