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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2899 | 2014-07-13 10:32:10 | 68.59 | 92% |
| 2849 | 2014-07-06 17:54:39 | 60.67 | 87% |
| 2293 | 2011-12-05 00:57:01 | 59.09 | 87% |
| 1949 | 2011-07-07 11:45:02 | 76.40 | 94% |
| 1520 | 2011-06-26 15:53:31 | 67.62 | 94% |
| 1519 | 2011-06-26 15:52:34 | 67.65 | 94% |
| 919 | 2011-05-03 18:33:57 | 59.32 | 90% |
| 772 | 2011-04-14 17:15:23 | 64.66 | |
| 470 | 2010-12-01 09:53:16 | 59.18 |