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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2837 | 2013-02-09 14:20:27 | 71.47 | 92% |
| 2745 | 2012-09-28 11:49:27 | 77.29 | 94% |
| 2619 | 2012-09-01 18:18:46 | 71.78 | 94% |
| 2396 | 2012-07-20 17:48:20 | 74.41 | 97% |
| 2285 | 2012-07-13 15:39:02 | 70.61 | 94% |
| 2259 | 2012-07-11 13:03:01 | 46.46 | 88% |
| 1755 | 2012-06-11 11:13:13 | 76.58 | 97% |
| 1526 | 2012-05-25 09:54:15 | 74.30 | 97% |
| 1352 | 2012-05-16 07:12:40 | 63.00 | 92% |
| 925 | 2012-03-12 15:29:41 | 68.54 | 97% |
| 719 | 2012-02-27 14:03:35 | 58.54 | 96% |
| 351 | 2012-01-29 14:08:55 | 58.29 | 95% |
| 106 | 2011-12-19 15:55:29 | 37.90 | 85% |