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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2330 | 2012-11-24 20:28:53 | 50.17 | 92% |
| 2247 | 2012-08-17 14:57:54 | 55.62 | 93% |
| 1797 | 2012-01-03 00:07:06 | 50.85 | 100% |
| 1787 | 2012-01-02 23:53:05 | 50.31 | 97% |
| 1365 | 2011-12-14 17:51:15 | 47.37 | 94% |
| 326 | 2011-11-23 22:33:48 | 43.33 | 99% |
| 33 | 2011-11-10 17:37:09 | 37.81 | 98% |