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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1087 | 2011-09-13 13:53:06 | 73.52 | 98% |
| 869 | 2011-08-30 20:02:48 | 66.70 | 95% |
| 758 | 2011-08-22 16:55:00 | 67.57 | 96% |
| 627 | 2011-08-15 16:09:27 | 64.02 | 98% |
| 283 | 2011-07-28 15:09:48 | 58.11 | 98% |
| 182 | 2011-07-24 14:05:09 | 60.58 | 100% |