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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1443 | 2014-12-21 17:57:15 | 58.96 | 94% |
| 1380 | 2014-12-05 14:00:59 | 65.70 | 99% |
| 1094 | 2012-12-17 07:51:11 | 48.39 | 91% |
| 1037 | 2012-12-03 07:43:59 | 50.02 | 92% |
| 981 | 2012-11-25 13:48:54 | 51.40 | 90% |
| 483 | 2012-06-04 16:34:54 | 50.02 | 95% |
| 332 | 2012-04-20 13:14:12 | 45.49 | 93% |
| 56 | 2012-03-14 15:52:08 | 49.22 | 95% |