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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3207 | 2013-12-11 16:22:19 | 51.90 | 94% |
| 2921 | 2013-11-25 04:49:20 | 54.38 | 91% |
| 2510 | 2013-10-28 07:34:24 | 51.28 | 90% |
| 2278 | 2013-10-21 09:04:14 | 45.04 | 90% |
| 2157 | 2013-10-11 06:45:10 | 39.18 | 85% |
| 1241 | 2013-09-07 02:52:38 | 43.64 | 91% |
| 1167 | 2013-09-04 15:38:00 | 40.52 | 89% |
| 443 | 2013-08-15 12:18:27 | 29.66 | 86% |
| 438 | 2013-08-15 12:07:22 | 32.38 | 91% |