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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2142 | 2012-06-27 08:46:26 | 68.06 | 97% |
| 2115 | 2012-06-25 13:26:58 | 63.59 | 97% |
| 2088 | 2012-06-19 12:54:25 | 60.53 | 94% |
| 2062 | 2012-06-12 14:09:49 | 55.76 | 95% |
| 2058 | 2012-06-12 11:30:19 | 59.45 | 96% |
| 1766 | 2012-05-22 12:23:44 | 59.72 | 98% |
| 1680 | 2012-05-14 13:00:23 | 61.18 | 97% |
| 1329 | 2012-04-25 11:47:50 | 50.90 | 96% |
| 1319 | 2012-04-25 09:49:14 | 51.62 | 96% |
| 1318 | 2012-04-25 09:47:48 | 50.31 | 95% |
| 991 | 2012-04-12 13:13:02 | 35.84 | 96% |
| 853 | 2012-04-06 14:05:02 | 28.36 | 95% |
| 313 | 2012-02-13 11:32:32 | 46.02 | 95% |