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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1791 | 2011-11-25 23:36:15 | 75.83 | 95% |
| 1650 | 2011-11-21 16:08:38 | 66.24 | 95% |
| 1235 | 2011-11-07 18:27:52 | 59.23 | 90% |
| 793 | 2011-10-28 18:52:23 | 54.73 | 87% |
| 352 | 2011-10-19 18:53:01 | 51.54 | 85% |
| 318 | 2011-10-19 16:58:43 | 56.84 | 90% |
| 252 | 2011-10-18 19:07:41 | 53.04 | 89% |