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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2001 | 2013-06-08 07:02:26 | 98.55 | 97% |
| 1629 | 2012-12-24 23:28:32 | 113.21 | 96% |
| 1252 | 2012-11-27 08:58:07 | 89.82 | 94% |
| 1249 | 2012-11-27 08:53:50 | 90.66 | 95% |
| 847 | 2012-11-17 07:35:51 | 87.84 | 96% |
| 584 | 2012-11-01 11:01:52 | 84.43 | 95% |
| 554 | 2012-10-29 13:24:39 | 87.12 | 92% |