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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2464 | 2013-07-18 11:00:55 | 71.64 | 98% |
| 2092 | 2013-07-07 09:27:52 | 69.13 | 97% |
| 1770 | 2013-04-27 10:49:32 | 58.22 | 99% |
| 1615 | 2013-03-18 20:40:31 | 69.82 | 100% |
| 1337 | 2013-02-07 19:26:05 | 59.96 | 100% |
| 659 | 2012-12-19 12:40:13 | 68.82 | 97% |
| 588 | 2012-12-17 13:06:09 | 64.32 | 98% |
| 156 | 2012-11-28 09:41:44 | 54.83 | 97% |