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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3177 | 2011-07-27 14:14:23 | 52.63 | 97% |
| 2818 | 2011-07-10 10:35:40 | 55.42 | 96% |
| 2535 | 2011-07-06 08:24:29 | 50.90 | 96% |
| 1801 | 2011-06-29 15:58:01 | 53.17 | 98% |
| 1520 | 2011-06-27 09:07:15 | 47.40 | 93% |
| 1309 | 2011-06-24 17:10:13 | 49.50 | 94% |
| 964 | 2011-06-20 15:24:19 | 40.61 | 96% |
| 910 | 2011-06-19 16:56:54 | 45.10 | 94% |
| 829 | 2011-06-19 09:21:12 | 44.53 | 94% |
| 671 | 2011-06-17 10:33:26 | 41.96 | 98% |
| 354 | 2011-06-09 14:06:36 | 39.82 | 98% |
| 216 | 2011-06-08 07:36:51 | 34.07 | 99% |
| 190 | 2011-06-07 19:59:47 | 33.45 | 99% |