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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2101 | 2012-06-17 17:56:24 | 45.21 | 91% |
| 2039 | 2012-06-17 06:58:30 | 46.45 | 91% |
| 1963 | 2012-06-16 12:04:30 | 41.16 | 94% |
| 1766 | 2012-06-15 14:23:37 | 50.51 | 95% |
| 1720 | 2012-06-14 15:17:13 | 44.28 | 91% |
| 1507 | 2012-06-13 04:17:44 | 49.91 | 94% |
| 1347 | 2012-06-11 10:03:53 | 47.41 | 94% |
| 515 | 2012-06-02 09:01:55 | 38.32 | 91% |