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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1467 | 2014-09-07 04:18:30 | 66.53 | 95% |
| 1149 | 2010-06-21 22:54:47 | 60.90 | |
| 616 | 2010-05-18 20:19:04 | 68.61 | |
| 454 | 2010-05-12 16:41:31 | 63.59 | |
| 436 | 2010-05-11 21:41:00 | 63.20 | |
| 93 | 2010-04-25 18:17:35 | 63.01 | |
| 3 | 2010-01-08 21:10:17 | 61.37 |