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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3193 | 2013-09-27 22:47:35 | 90.87 | 98% |
| 1931 | 2013-04-12 02:14:49 | 77.70 | 94% |
| 1883 | 2013-04-09 01:17:09 | 81.49 | 93% |
| 1785 | 2013-03-21 00:30:58 | 73.64 | 94% |
| 1451 | 2013-02-19 00:45:13 | 77.13 | 95% |
| 776 | 2013-01-17 05:23:15 | 68.69 | 93% |
| 747 | 2013-01-16 01:09:59 | 63.55 | 90% |