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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5788 | 2011-05-30 19:59:29 | 133.45 | 99% |
| 5541 | 2011-04-09 23:17:25 | 129.13 | |
| 5490 | 2011-04-04 16:39:19 | 123.91 | |
| 5460 | 2011-04-02 15:30:35 | 132.24 | |
| 5107 | 2011-03-16 02:34:33 | 119.16 | |
| 4108 | 2011-02-20 20:18:06 | 111.90 | |
| 3346 | 2011-02-16 04:11:58 | 127.26 | |
| 3065 | 2011-02-14 00:59:26 | 126.72 | |
| 2602 | 2011-02-08 18:32:56 | 125.61 | |
| 2275 | 2011-02-06 18:19:57 | 106.39 | |
| 1566 | 2011-02-03 14:01:14 | 108.25 | |
| 1244 | 2011-02-01 17:36:56 | 113.63 | |
| 889 | 2011-01-30 17:18:17 | 97.81 | |
| 662 | 2011-01-29 08:57:15 | 109.36 | |
| 501 | 2011-01-28 14:47:05 | 115.51 | |
| 24 | 2011-01-21 02:47:05 | 87.13 |