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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2224 | 2014-01-06 14:03:55 | 70.95 | 98% |
| 2181 | 2014-01-06 13:14:25 | 78.62 | 100% |
| 1795 | 2013-04-04 17:36:59 | 69.93 | 96% |
| 478 | 2013-01-22 23:37:53 | 68.95 | 96% |
| 385 | 2013-01-21 20:54:27 | 62.32 | 97% |
| 264 | 2012-12-30 16:38:31 | 65.69 | 95% |
| 201 | 2012-12-16 00:37:19 | 65.26 | 98% |
| 2 | 2012-12-09 21:29:21 | 61.64 | 95% |