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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3921 | 2013-05-23 23:44:01 | 85.48 | 94% |
| 3863 | 2013-05-19 21:07:20 | 91.24 | 97% |
| 3794 | 2013-05-12 04:07:20 | 79.15 | 92% |
| 3793 | 2013-05-12 04:06:24 | 92.69 | 96% |
| 3187 | 2013-02-06 23:25:20 | 94.66 | 99% |
| 3175 | 2013-02-06 23:01:23 | 94.73 | 100% |
| 3115 | 2013-02-02 12:31:54 | 76.08 | 93% |
| 3035 | 2012-12-26 02:37:54 | 78.24 | 92% |
| 2354 | 2012-12-12 02:15:52 | 81.92 | 94% |
| 2281 | 2012-12-11 18:00:29 | 94.70 | 97% |
| 173 | 2011-06-12 00:44:12 | 63.89 | 94% |