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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6231 | 2012-04-03 22:08:55 | 81.16 | 92% |
| 5674 | 2012-02-26 06:00:37 | 86.41 | 92% |
| 4656 | 2011-11-06 01:33:02 | 96.91 | 96% |
| 4605 | 2011-11-03 21:17:42 | 85.09 | 92% |
| 4497 | 2011-10-23 21:52:58 | 76.23 | 89% |
| 3945 | 2011-09-29 03:19:55 | 77.85 | 93% |
| 3388 | 2011-09-18 20:59:05 | 82.44 | 91% |
| 2535 | 2011-09-05 05:22:31 | 82.01 | 93% |
| 2315 | 2011-09-03 03:41:26 | 73.46 | 91% |
| 2155 | 2011-08-31 00:18:27 | 84.18 | 92% |
| 2144 | 2011-08-30 03:43:25 | 70.75 | 85% |
| 1845 | 2011-08-26 05:14:50 | 82.94 | 95% |
| 1726 | 2011-08-21 01:39:55 | 85.48 | 97% |
| 1722 | 2011-08-21 01:35:00 | 83.67 | 95% |