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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2564 | 2013-03-26 17:38:20 | 71.25 | 91% |
| 2282 | 2013-03-08 13:57:17 | 56.88 | 88% |
| 2210 | 2013-03-03 18:12:11 | 62.87 | 88% |
| 1830 | 2012-08-08 03:41:03 | 68.56 | 96% |
| 1798 | 2012-08-05 03:36:04 | 58.92 | 90% |
| 1578 | 2012-07-27 02:18:40 | 55.60 | 89% |
| 377 | 2012-06-09 22:01:41 | 51.36 | 94% |