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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2389 | 2012-11-18 08:09:53 | 49.94 | 87% |
| 2225 | 2012-11-01 14:13:44 | 44.18 | 89% |
| 2118 | 2012-10-28 08:53:29 | 46.56 | 90% |
| 1385 | 2012-10-10 16:53:59 | 40.46 | 84% |
| 1213 | 2012-10-09 18:43:12 | 37.08 | 82% |
| 939 | 2012-10-07 10:43:30 | 38.56 | 85% |
| 403 | 2012-08-09 16:25:24 | 33.60 | 80% |
| 346 | 2012-08-06 14:21:56 | 40.76 | 93% |