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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5884 | 2012-02-02 08:15:58 | 83.37 | 90% |
| 5859 | 2012-02-01 10:21:07 | 91.73 | 97% |
| 5152 | 2011-12-15 05:09:01 | 89.90 | 97% |
| 5058 | 2011-12-15 00:47:40 | 95.64 | 96% |
| 4846 | 2011-12-12 11:16:23 | 88.95 | 94% |
| 4050 | 2011-11-29 11:45:44 | 84.70 | 93% |
| 3228 | 2011-10-19 06:34:03 | 75.88 | 92% |
| 3040 | 2011-10-17 09:29:51 | 92.56 | 96% |
| 2647 | 2011-10-12 23:59:59 | 78.95 | 92% |
| 2643 | 2011-10-12 10:15:18 | 68.35 | 90% |
| 1860 | 2011-10-03 11:49:02 | 81.73 | 91% |
| 1748 | 2011-10-03 01:51:34 | 81.76 | 96% |
| 1013 | 2011-09-23 05:42:58 | 66.85 | 89% |
| 571 | 2011-09-20 07:05:10 | 66.08 | 89% |
| 556 | 2011-09-20 06:32:23 | 67.92 | 90% |
| 355 | 2011-09-19 05:18:30 | 79.34 | 93% |