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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6765 | 2011-11-03 04:39:41 | 71.43 | 89% |
| 6611 | 2011-08-19 23:34:49 | 66.99 | 94% |
| 5929 | 2011-07-13 02:36:23 | 69.03 | 91% |
| 5576 | 2011-07-02 05:41:28 | 62.44 | 87% |
| 5496 | 2011-07-01 23:58:33 | 73.50 | 92% |
| 5235 | 2011-06-27 04:22:44 | 70.77 | 92% |
| 5206 | 2011-06-26 00:56:25 | 66.79 | 90% |
| 5024 | 2011-06-12 22:47:35 | 66.15 | 91% |
| 4922 | 2011-06-12 00:06:08 | 64.41 | 94% |
| 4585 | 2011-05-23 19:36:04 | 65.85 | 89% |
| 4219 | 2011-05-16 05:22:25 | 59.16 | 89% |
| 3841 | 2011-04-29 07:20:52 | 63.72 | |
| 3537 | 2011-04-22 04:52:49 | 72.18 | |
| 2647 | 2011-04-02 19:54:29 | 67.08 | |
| 1989 | 2011-03-17 04:13:22 | 66.52 | |
| 1444 | 2011-02-25 07:17:01 | 64.93 | |
| 1350 | 2011-02-24 08:43:54 | 61.21 | |
| 245 | 2011-02-02 06:37:36 | 69.78 |