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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 933 | 2013-07-17 08:06:34 | 47.87 | 94% |
| 654 | 2012-03-02 13:50:09 | 47.09 | 94% |
| 483 | 2012-02-17 17:24:05 | 41.21 | 91% |
| 453 | 2012-02-16 13:37:35 | 45.01 | 95% |
| 389 | 2012-02-11 12:28:54 | 43.02 | 93% |
| 112 | 2012-01-24 12:07:44 | 36.98 | 93% |