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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3494 | 2013-11-16 20:41:24 | 70.68 | 85% |
| 3442 | 2013-08-13 23:43:52 | 72.30 | 89% |
| 3318 | 2013-07-07 20:45:42 | 60.19 | 89% |
| 3161 | 2013-07-03 20:16:34 | 70.19 | 88% |
| 2664 | 2013-06-21 14:51:52 | 51.88 | 81% |
| 2141 | 2013-05-28 21:11:51 | 61.37 | 84% |
| 844 | 2012-02-10 15:55:11 | 62.07 | 88% |
| 373 | 2012-01-20 20:08:22 | 57.32 | 90% |
| 27 | 2011-08-31 21:38:50 | 24.87 | 89% |