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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1644 | 2013-07-18 22:56:30 | 83.23 | 94% |
| 1440 | 2013-02-26 01:52:35 | 74.09 | 91% |
| 1370 | 2013-01-18 14:58:44 | 76.58 | 90% |
| 1190 | 2012-10-14 00:19:30 | 66.83 | 88% |
| 857 | 2012-06-07 01:55:45 | 69.01 | 93% |
| 734 | 2012-05-16 03:00:53 | 62.15 | 90% |
| 666 | 2012-04-19 17:23:24 | 60.08 | 91% |
| 567 | 2012-02-27 02:32:54 | 64.40 | 92% |
| 326 | 2011-05-11 21:33:19 | 47.26 | 89% |