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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5676 | 2013-09-22 06:03:30 | 68.37 | 94% |
| 4911 | 2013-05-18 14:36:29 | 63.16 | 92% |
| 4031 | 2013-02-19 12:19:28 | 64.64 | 93% |
| 3973 | 2013-02-18 09:52:13 | 53.75 | 88% |
| 3664 | 2013-01-22 17:26:58 | 62.59 | 94% |
| 3555 | 2013-01-20 09:44:25 | 62.23 | 94% |
| 3506 | 2013-01-14 09:36:14 | 68.24 | 94% |
| 2131 | 2012-11-23 18:18:45 | 49.80 | 93% |
| 1963 | 2012-11-19 04:51:00 | 50.52 | 90% |
| 1039 | 2012-10-21 19:29:29 | 40.85 | 92% |
| 806 | 2012-10-17 14:57:07 | 32.44 | 88% |
| 758 | 2012-10-16 16:05:14 | 31.12 | 91% |
| 434 | 2012-10-10 14:05:29 | 42.23 | 94% |