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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1469 | 2013-10-22 16:46:55 | 80.79 | 93% |
| 1454 | 2013-10-22 15:12:16 | 80.70 | 95% |
| 1255 | 2013-09-03 21:02:58 | 75.60 | 93% |
| 878 | 2012-07-05 13:00:54 | 77.76 | 96% |
| 700 | 2012-06-26 13:07:09 | 67.33 | 88% |
| 654 | 2012-06-19 18:12:15 | 71.63 | 93% |
| 432 | 2012-05-09 14:22:12 | 70.17 | 92% |
| 393 | 2012-04-19 17:29:46 | 79.31 | 96% |
| 210 | 2011-10-12 17:45:05 | 75.43 | 94% |
| 31 | 2011-10-05 17:16:51 | 71.15 | 94% |