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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2939 | 2012-01-11 15:59:40 | 114.85 | 94% |
| 1881 | 2011-11-27 17:34:28 | 120.55 | 95% |
| 1639 | 2011-11-25 21:02:51 | 126.62 | 98% |
| 1274 | 2011-11-21 19:59:35 | 109.57 | 90% |
| 1202 | 2011-11-21 02:11:53 | 102.71 | 89% |
| 1119 | 2011-11-19 17:10:20 | 110.95 | 92% |
| 224 | 2011-10-30 03:25:45 | 119.09 | 96% |
| 113 | 2011-10-28 04:07:57 | 118.98 | 99% |