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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1346 | 2013-09-14 05:08:07 | 49.75 | 96% |
| 1224 | 2013-05-15 17:55:40 | 47.61 | 93% |
| 1031 | 2013-04-29 04:38:59 | 39.79 | 91% |
| 820 | 2013-04-25 03:58:06 | 43.17 | 93% |
| 806 | 2013-04-25 03:33:38 | 42.13 | 90% |
| 769 | 2013-04-25 02:32:45 | 49.18 | 95% |
| 381 | 2013-04-15 03:31:32 | 41.52 | 95% |
| 270 | 2013-04-14 19:36:27 | 45.40 | 95% |
| 69 | 2013-04-12 00:30:14 | 34.69 | 90% |