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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2322 | 2014-08-30 04:50:15 | 77.25 | 89% |
| 2320 | 2014-08-30 04:47:53 | 71.89 | 88% |
| 2291 | 2014-08-28 04:23:29 | 67.18 | 85% |
| 2201 | 2013-12-13 00:39:24 | 80.07 | 96% |
| 1841 | 2013-11-11 21:54:31 | 84.21 | 94% |
| 1675 | 2013-11-02 04:14:33 | 73.10 | 90% |
| 1512 | 2013-10-25 00:44:52 | 80.33 | 96% |
| 1346 | 2013-10-23 13:57:51 | 72.42 | 93% |
| 1215 | 2013-10-16 23:00:43 | 65.73 | 86% |
| 1147 | 2013-01-02 20:23:04 | 55.67 | 87% |
| 1128 | 2012-09-09 13:41:53 | 60.07 | 92% |
| 879 | 2011-11-08 00:29:34 | 50.52 | 91% |