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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1040 | 2013-09-15 09:26:04 | 88.52 | 92% |
| 881 | 2013-09-04 23:06:55 | 81.78 | 90% |
| 450 | 2013-03-12 07:49:34 | 78.21 | 90% |
| 417 | 2013-03-03 10:26:06 | 86.70 | 92% |
| 293 | 2013-02-21 08:14:05 | 73.43 | 88% |
| 173 | 2013-02-11 17:48:38 | 86.64 | 96% |