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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1508 | 2012-03-15 02:21:51 | 83.63 | 97% |
| 1412 | 2012-02-05 04:55:29 | 78.92 | 95% |
| 1281 | 2011-12-01 18:06:08 | 81.66 | 97% |
| 1034 | 2011-09-09 14:26:13 | 80.94 | 97% |
| 762 | 2011-08-18 03:29:19 | 72.42 | 93% |
| 389 | 2011-08-04 08:03:32 | 69.95 | 93% |
| 131 | 2011-07-31 11:10:44 | 74.99 | 97% |