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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1910 | 2012-08-29 00:23:14 | 75.96 | 88% |
| 1678 | 2012-08-15 12:21:33 | 92.56 | 94% |
| 1616 | 2012-08-07 12:33:36 | 85.07 | 93% |
| 1457 | 2012-05-21 10:53:52 | 79.81 | 94% |
| 1390 | 2012-05-19 09:08:31 | 91.56 | 96% |
| 1135 | 2012-03-21 09:56:10 | 83.00 | 93% |
| 948 | 2012-02-25 07:30:41 | 95.84 | 95% |
| 533 | 2012-02-20 09:43:03 | 85.61 | 92% |
| 525 | 2012-02-20 09:30:20 | 84.29 | 93% |
| 344 | 2011-09-12 01:24:48 | 74.57 | 95% |
| 322 | 2011-09-09 04:49:08 | 72.20 | 92% |