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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1867 | 2012-02-25 18:21:14 | 103.34 | 97% |
| 1391 | 2011-12-11 19:03:57 | 81.64 | 95% |
| 971 | 2011-12-01 00:45:39 | 97.36 | 97% |
| 637 | 2011-11-28 00:02:06 | 87.95 | 93% |
| 332 | 2011-11-24 02:42:39 | 84.86 | 96% |
| 292 | 2011-11-23 23:30:19 | 73.56 | 91% |
| 172 | 2011-11-22 00:16:20 | 82.25 | 96% |
| 45 | 2011-11-17 00:05:11 | 82.72 | 95% |