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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2285 | 2011-09-17 02:23:04 | 43.78 | 90% |
| 2069 | 2011-09-01 06:34:18 | 50.87 | 98% |
| 2055 | 2011-08-31 16:11:02 | 45.62 | 91% |
| 1379 | 2011-08-16 03:27:38 | 56.45 | 95% |
| 1327 | 2011-08-15 16:41:16 | 48.12 | 97% |
| 1201 | 2011-08-15 02:57:44 | 54.65 | 97% |
| 1143 | 2011-08-12 06:48:19 | 58.37 | 97% |
| 553 | 2011-07-15 15:02:23 | 52.37 | 96% |
| 469 | 2011-07-15 03:35:27 | 52.45 | 96% |
| 293 | 2011-07-13 03:52:56 | 51.86 | 95% |
| 267 | 2011-07-13 02:41:32 | 49.95 | 97% |