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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 710 | 2012-08-09 09:04:37 | 50.00 | 94% |
| 571 | 2012-07-21 08:41:38 | 45.57 | 95% |
| 507 | 2012-07-02 09:07:00 | 45.09 | 93% |
| 437 | 2012-06-24 15:44:17 | 42.60 | 93% |
| 94 | 2012-05-17 15:41:38 | 37.96 | 90% |
| 62 | 2012-05-17 14:14:51 | 42.37 | 96% |