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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2155 | 2013-01-22 13:11:13 | 57.95 | 91% |
| 2140 | 2013-01-09 12:05:06 | 57.68 | 93% |
| 2122 | 2013-01-07 19:21:33 | 49.19 | 88% |
| 2012 | 2012-12-14 16:44:10 | 52.40 | 90% |
| 1896 | 2012-11-19 20:23:32 | 45.36 | 90% |
| 1812 | 2012-11-09 16:59:02 | 47.87 | 91% |
| 1391 | 2012-10-04 18:25:46 | 52.46 | 94% |
| 671 | 2012-06-25 12:35:14 | 42.07 | 92% |
| 657 | 2012-06-25 12:08:28 | 37.57 | 86% |
| 650 | 2012-06-25 11:55:16 | 38.64 | 86% |