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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3603 | 2012-10-04 01:03:10 | 133.18 | 99% |
| 2273 | 2012-09-12 19:52:43 | 119.15 | 99% |
| 1989 | 2012-09-10 22:16:05 | 116.84 | 98% |
| 1807 | 2012-09-07 19:46:02 | 120.52 | 99% |
| 512 | 2012-07-05 16:19:39 | 87.30 | 94% |
| 301 | 2012-06-29 18:36:18 | 98.35 | 95% |
| 85 | 2012-06-27 16:43:24 | 81.20 | 94% |
| 84 | 2012-06-27 16:42:30 | 101.81 | 98% |