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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3186 | 2012-05-29 14:32:07 | 87.46 | 99% |
| 3065 | 2012-03-27 15:33:22 | 76.52 | 97% |
| 2279 | 2011-08-30 14:02:37 | 78.22 | 96% |
| 2125 | 2011-08-05 14:33:39 | 82.37 | 97% |
| 1284 | 2011-06-01 05:38:53 | 71.23 | 93% |
| 996 | 2011-05-21 16:58:06 | 69.14 | 93% |
| 804 | 2011-05-15 01:03:25 | 69.47 | 94% |
| 653 | 2011-05-13 23:32:23 | 71.30 | 96% |
| 552 | 2011-05-13 14:35:30 | 69.80 | 97% |
| 308 | 2011-05-11 00:28:13 | 74.29 | 98% |
| 228 | 2011-05-08 00:20:27 | 74.50 | 96% |
| 95 | 2011-05-04 17:10:15 | 68.51 | 96% |