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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2576 | 2011-08-08 23:28:36 | 136.32 | 95% |
| 2462 | 2011-08-01 01:16:23 | 153.53 | 96% |
| 1662 | 2011-07-25 04:43:46 | 150.63 | 100% |
| 1469 | 2011-07-24 09:49:54 | 147.25 | 97% |
| 961 | 2011-07-22 03:39:57 | 156.86 | 99% |
| 753 | 2011-07-21 22:51:38 | 160.43 | 100% |
| 339 | 2011-07-20 21:21:44 | 137.51 | 99% |
| 107 | 2011-07-20 00:04:52 | 152.82 | 100% |
| 12 | 2011-07-19 07:25:11 | 137.08 | 94% |