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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2410 | 2012-01-02 22:31:52 | 59.07 | 89% |
| 2151 | 2011-12-14 15:37:04 | 60.05 | 89% |
| 2128 | 2011-12-13 20:35:26 | 67.15 | 94% |
| 1392 | 2011-12-06 10:25:39 | 60.63 | 92% |
| 1335 | 2011-12-05 12:11:02 | 54.26 | 90% |
| 1120 | 2011-12-01 14:50:14 | 53.79 | 93% |
| 1028 | 2011-11-29 11:09:32 | 52.30 | 89% |
| 784 | 2011-11-25 16:45:05 | 59.86 | 94% |
| 619 | 2011-11-23 21:39:59 | 51.37 | 90% |
| 591 | 2011-11-23 11:30:08 | 54.36 | 92% |
| 347 | 2011-11-15 17:06:33 | 52.31 | 94% |
| 228 | 2011-11-14 20:53:45 | 50.33 | 92% |