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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2644 | 2012-11-17 16:59:20 | 57.00 | 91% |
| 2380 | 2012-06-28 17:03:35 | 58.25 | 95% |
| 2109 | 2012-02-25 07:37:02 | 55.85 | 94% |
| 1512 | 2011-12-19 02:06:17 | 54.03 | 93% |
| 374 | 2011-09-14 06:11:38 | 43.20 | 90% |
| 314 | 2011-09-10 22:23:10 | 46.24 | 88% |