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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2227 | 2011-12-15 01:29:36 | 89.37 | 93% |
| 2138 | 2011-02-07 23:11:20 | 105.08 | |
| 1728 | 2011-01-18 00:59:22 | 101.42 | |
| 1543 | 2011-01-11 19:44:49 | 97.53 | |
| 1458 | 2011-01-10 01:19:53 | 93.88 | |
| 1229 | 2011-01-05 00:03:18 | 106.56 | |
| 1079 | 2011-01-01 03:33:22 | 104.99 | |
| 1030 | 2011-01-01 00:36:41 | 107.72 | |
| 418 | 2010-12-18 04:04:58 | 97.96 | |
| 373 | 2010-12-16 02:51:50 | 84.72 | |
| 85 | 2010-12-01 21:32:35 | 93.41 | |
| 65 | 2010-12-01 05:13:47 | 92.90 |