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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1102 | 2013-02-04 17:21:23 | 51.36 | 91% |
| 1051 | 2013-01-19 15:49:08 | 49.30 | 90% |
| 990 | 2012-12-22 17:02:47 | 48.06 | 90% |
| 426 | 2012-04-08 11:03:08 | 44.92 | 86% |
| 326 | 2012-03-16 11:52:27 | 42.14 | 86% |
| 165 | 2012-01-28 14:05:44 | 47.97 | 93% |
| 125 | 2012-01-26 07:13:27 | 42.79 | 93% |