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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3307 | 2011-12-22 11:23:43 | 83.10 | 95% |
| 2842 | 2011-11-24 20:40:31 | 72.11 | 88% |
| 2381 | 2011-10-15 18:59:43 | 67.13 | 90% |
| 1071 | 2011-09-25 14:58:23 | 62.51 | 90% |
| 1056 | 2011-09-25 04:13:31 | 79.14 | 93% |
| 1048 | 2011-09-25 04:05:40 | 75.87 | 94% |
| 817 | 2011-09-22 02:48:27 | 75.80 | 91% |
| 561 | 2011-09-16 06:12:06 | 90.71 | 97% |
| 389 | 2011-09-14 04:58:14 | 83.75 | 96% |