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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3319 | 2011-08-19 18:24:55 | 110.80 | 100% |
| 3088 | 2011-08-16 16:11:18 | 100.66 | 96% |
| 2740 | 2011-08-14 17:57:16 | 96.06 | 94% |
| 2684 | 2011-08-13 20:17:44 | 103.30 | 96% |
| 2660 | 2011-08-13 19:55:15 | 107.43 | 98% |
| 2650 | 2011-08-13 19:29:41 | 101.69 | 97% |
| 2309 | 2011-08-04 06:28:36 | 96.09 | 95% |
| 1930 | 2011-07-28 21:43:46 | 88.91 | 91% |
| 1523 | 2011-06-06 00:12:10 | 94.90 | 97% |
| 1345 | 2011-06-04 19:24:25 | 90.73 | 96% |
| 1158 | 2011-06-03 23:34:49 | 85.39 | 94% |
| 865 | 2011-05-27 03:41:32 | 92.74 | 96% |
| 290 | 2011-05-20 21:00:22 | 83.03 | 95% |
| 163 | 2011-05-20 04:44:58 | 75.17 | 94% |