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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2572 | 2012-03-29 19:11:22 | 85.58 | 89% |
| 2389 | 2012-03-24 14:54:23 | 95.90 | 93% |
| 2357 | 2012-03-23 09:51:21 | 101.36 | 98% |
| 2065 | 2012-03-19 17:10:56 | 94.09 | 92% |
| 1678 | 2012-03-13 11:21:56 | 102.59 | 98% |
| 1526 | 2012-03-11 16:13:54 | 92.50 | 94% |
| 1169 | 2012-03-07 09:21:56 | 91.91 | 92% |
| 779 | 2012-03-03 17:43:50 | 94.88 | 96% |
| 130 | 2012-02-25 12:46:34 | 83.06 | 90% |
| 119 | 2012-02-24 19:28:27 | 83.19 | 89% |