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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4741 | 2012-09-13 11:41:07 | 72.10 | 93% |
| 4384 | 2011-12-21 13:22:31 | 81.95 | 97% |
| 3858 | 2011-10-02 00:42:44 | 83.18 | 100% |
| 3803 | 2011-10-01 17:50:02 | 84.16 | 99% |
| 3795 | 2011-10-01 17:29:58 | 97.40 | 99% |
| 3339 | 2011-07-13 12:25:02 | 78.28 | 98% |
| 2801 | 2011-07-05 16:16:25 | 79.43 | 97% |
| 2708 | 2011-06-20 22:42:41 | 67.49 | 90% |
| 2697 | 2011-06-20 22:30:19 | 82.27 | 94% |
| 2590 | 2011-06-19 12:23:39 | 80.30 | 92% |
| 2277 | 2011-06-09 06:57:33 | 82.45 | 96% |
| 1811 | 2011-05-27 13:29:13 | 49.90 | 85% |
| 1657 | 2011-05-22 14:19:47 | 78.13 | 96% |
| 1592 | 2011-05-21 13:41:20 | 91.89 | 100% |
| 267 | 2011-02-26 08:46:21 | 84.66 |