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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1667 | 2013-06-17 18:15:30 | 78.93 | 91% |
| 1622 | 2013-05-31 19:25:35 | 80.47 | 95% |
| 1178 | 2012-04-02 17:30:06 | 73.10 | 91% |
| 1151 | 2012-03-30 16:23:18 | 83.52 | 93% |
| 993 | 2012-03-20 17:11:02 | 68.35 | 88% |
| 936 | 2012-03-19 17:11:04 | 75.88 | 91% |
| 517 | 2012-02-29 19:10:39 | 75.71 | 93% |
| 469 | 2012-02-28 20:36:03 | 75.25 | 92% |
| 462 | 2012-02-28 19:18:37 | 91.57 | 98% |
| 93 | 2012-02-16 19:34:25 | 70.17 | 92% |