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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4586 | 2012-04-21 04:19:45 | 74.73 | 96% |
| 4113 | 2011-12-06 13:11:21 | 60.50 | 87% |
| 3737 | 2011-08-30 11:34:36 | 78.04 | 96% |
| 3623 | 2011-07-31 11:10:47 | 70.45 | 93% |
| 1980 | 2011-01-22 16:35:23 | 65.97 | |
| 1566 | 2011-01-12 13:48:12 | 58.21 | |
| 1442 | 2011-01-10 10:52:17 | 60.07 | |
| 736 | 2010-12-21 07:20:23 | 52.25 | |
| 594 | 2010-12-17 13:53:44 | 51.20 | |
| 515 | 2010-12-17 04:04:48 | 52.84 | |
| 399 | 2010-12-12 16:02:03 | 54.05 | |
| 259 | 2010-12-06 12:16:33 | 46.37 | |
| 77 | 2010-11-28 15:58:23 | 53.10 |