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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1828 | 2013-08-03 15:16:40 | 87.07 | 93% |
| 1634 | 2013-03-11 13:10:32 | 93.76 | 94% |
| 1607 | 2013-03-11 02:06:30 | 97.28 | 96% |
| 1579 | 2013-03-10 13:00:19 | 106.26 | 99% |
| 872 | 2013-01-20 11:47:34 | 90.11 | 98% |
| 784 | 2013-01-15 16:52:16 | 90.43 | 97% |
| 461 | 2012-12-05 05:38:41 | 83.18 | 94% |