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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2398 | 2015-02-11 21:54:36 | 61.26 | 97% |
| 2256 | 2014-01-30 20:10:41 | 59.08 | 95% |
| 1339 | 2012-11-14 19:35:41 | 51.60 | 97% |
| 1216 | 2012-11-06 02:09:59 | 60.36 | 97% |
| 1138 | 2012-10-28 17:29:28 | 54.10 | 94% |
| 1035 | 2012-10-24 03:49:34 | 59.87 | 95% |
| 873 | 2012-10-14 05:53:46 | 56.00 | 97% |
| 291 | 2011-11-24 08:27:35 | 54.47 | 97% |
| 268 | 2011-11-18 04:39:08 | 52.28 | 96% |