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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5361 | 2013-07-12 22:13:03 | 81.55 | 99% |
| 5221 | 2012-08-13 18:43:27 | 68.89 | 98% |
| 5050 | 2012-07-16 16:03:40 | 66.91 | 96% |
| 5005 | 2012-07-12 05:21:03 | 67.84 | 94% |
| 4416 | 2012-02-09 23:51:27 | 71.40 | 96% |
| 4097 | 2012-01-28 02:26:59 | 62.62 | 95% |
| 3400 | 2012-01-11 10:35:14 | 60.62 | 93% |
| 2536 | 2011-12-21 20:01:09 | 58.42 | 97% |
| 1720 | 2011-11-28 21:55:23 | 54.13 | 95% |
| 905 | 2011-11-14 02:36:59 | 51.11 | 97% |