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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2636 | 2014-03-26 15:08:33 | 64.29 | 95% |
| 2108 | 2014-02-23 06:00:56 | 56.77 | 92% |
| 2048 | 2014-02-19 15:38:54 | 58.89 | 95% |
| 906 | 2011-05-24 14:10:58 | 53.79 | 92% |
| 376 | 2011-03-20 15:00:00 | 54.48 | |
| 369 | 2011-03-20 14:50:23 | 46.14 | |
| 153 | 2011-03-14 13:57:49 | 57.69 | |
| 61 | 2011-03-14 06:41:10 | 39.08 |