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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2546 | 2013-05-24 06:45:13 | 70.60 | 94% |
| 2392 | 2013-05-12 15:42:58 | 68.77 | 92% |
| 2107 | 2013-04-16 15:28:56 | 65.96 | 93% |
| 1941 | 2013-04-05 03:49:11 | 68.51 | 91% |
| 1734 | 2013-02-27 18:00:24 | 53.75 | 90% |
| 534 | 2013-01-15 20:03:05 | 51.62 | 90% |
| 485 | 2013-01-14 17:45:17 | 50.44 | 90% |
| 236 | 2013-01-03 20:19:52 | 45.42 | 94% |