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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2427 | 2011-11-14 04:07:02 | 39.17 | 88% |
| 2397 | 2011-11-12 04:38:28 | 44.81 | 91% |
| 2369 | 2011-11-10 04:44:30 | 42.12 | 93% |
| 2366 | 2011-11-10 04:39:25 | 41.62 | 92% |
| 2291 | 2011-11-09 05:41:10 | 46.72 | 94% |
| 983 | 2011-10-24 09:58:02 | 39.48 | 94% |
| 675 | 2011-10-21 03:46:15 | 44.05 | 97% |
| 674 | 2011-10-21 03:44:38 | 46.36 | 99% |
| 665 | 2011-10-21 03:30:02 | 43.22 | 97% |
| 81 | 2011-10-11 03:08:17 | 40.68 | 95% |