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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3302 | 2012-08-02 22:20:23 | 58.51 | 94% |
| 2320 | 2012-04-15 13:17:17 | 52.89 | 92% |
| 2121 | 2012-04-13 09:58:46 | 61.18 | 96% |
| 1989 | 2012-04-12 11:36:53 | 56.29 | 96% |
| 1854 | 2012-04-10 13:45:23 | 59.99 | 96% |
| 1671 | 2012-04-08 03:28:13 | 61.69 | 98% |
| 1536 | 2012-04-06 05:32:06 | 51.66 | 94% |
| 795 | 2012-03-28 18:40:17 | 46.81 | 93% |
| 708 | 2012-03-28 08:43:09 | 42.12 | 91% |
| 157 | 2012-03-20 02:56:31 | 34.40 | 90% |