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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4069 | 2012-11-08 05:18:46 | 77.68 | 93% |
| 2952 | 2012-06-27 06:11:24 | 67.89 | 86% |
| 2808 | 2012-06-20 10:18:08 | 69.82 | 90% |
| 2366 | 2012-04-18 15:05:50 | 72.86 | 91% |
| 2152 | 2012-03-27 13:54:51 | 67.50 | 91% |
| 2114 | 2012-03-26 16:11:18 | 56.39 | 84% |
| 2064 | 2012-03-11 15:09:03 | 70.89 | 91% |
| 1210 | 2011-12-14 15:36:59 | 65.25 | 90% |
| 530 | 2011-08-28 14:23:50 | 58.75 | 89% |
| 342 | 2011-07-22 04:42:23 | 53.17 | 86% |