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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1663 | 2011-06-19 14:36:00 | 68.41 | 91% |
| 1465 | 2011-06-02 07:48:41 | 70.05 | 93% |
| 987 | 2011-05-21 15:09:33 | 64.90 | 92% |
| 928 | 2011-05-21 10:38:09 | 62.82 | 90% |
| 920 | 2011-05-21 10:19:16 | 65.99 | 91% |
| 812 | 2011-05-19 10:14:25 | 57.09 | 87% |
| 629 | 2011-05-14 02:13:47 | 57.73 | 88% |
| 482 | 2011-05-11 10:33:34 | 68.56 | 94% |