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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1983 | 2013-04-26 14:42:20 | 58.59 | 93% |
| 1584 | 2012-11-21 17:43:49 | 68.38 | 95% |
| 1440 | 2012-10-24 21:40:12 | 68.19 | 96% |
| 1419 | 2012-10-18 15:58:40 | 70.38 | 96% |
| 910 | 2012-08-10 14:02:39 | 55.32 | 91% |
| 661 | 2012-07-18 14:17:44 | 58.47 | 89% |
| 608 | 2012-07-17 01:09:56 | 69.09 | 97% |
| 34 | 2012-06-22 01:02:16 | 64.00 | 96% |