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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1135 | 2012-07-17 15:37:24 | 130.55 | 100% |
| 805 | 2012-06-11 15:01:42 | 94.46 | 99% |
| 736 | 2012-06-10 00:08:56 | 89.30 | 95% |
| 163 | 2011-12-07 08:21:45 | 79.75 | 96% |
| 131 | 2011-12-06 10:05:47 | 68.43 | 93% |