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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1418 | 2012-02-17 03:39:00 | 85.53 | 98% |
| 1284 | 2012-01-24 04:47:22 | 82.21 | 94% |
| 1218 | 2012-01-14 02:18:51 | 78.77 | 96% |
| 1193 | 2012-01-12 03:01:04 | 81.09 | 95% |
| 1178 | 2012-01-09 16:32:29 | 90.52 | 98% |
| 530 | 2011-10-21 01:25:22 | 80.09 | 97% |