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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2184 | 2014-01-15 12:18:25 | 78.20 | 96% |
| 1853 | 2013-12-02 11:42:24 | 73.00 | 94% |
| 1754 | 2013-11-28 13:09:48 | 76.53 | 97% |
| 1421 | 2013-11-11 10:57:47 | 81.69 | 100% |
| 964 | 2013-10-17 11:36:26 | 72.68 | 97% |
| 295 | 2013-02-27 09:08:04 | 70.28 | 94% |
| 144 | 2013-02-21 08:14:04 | 75.35 | 98% |
| 30 | 2013-02-20 08:04:43 | 69.51 | 94% |