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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2660 | 2011-10-21 08:14:03 | 48.90 | 89% |
| 2306 | 2011-10-18 02:53:10 | 44.38 | 86% |
| 2007 | 2011-10-13 02:42:09 | 43.72 | 87% |
| 1136 | 2011-10-03 01:58:03 | 46.54 | 93% |
| 1123 | 2011-10-03 01:38:34 | 39.01 | 87% |
| 821 | 2011-09-28 02:07:31 | 43.51 | 92% |
| 722 | 2011-09-26 09:49:11 | 38.53 | 88% |
| 316 | 2011-09-22 05:30:31 | 44.99 | 93% |
| 166 | 2011-09-20 09:27:02 | 89.04 | 100% |