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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2742 | 2013-08-25 13:35:21 | 55.28 | 94% |
| 2487 | 2013-08-06 13:01:17 | 48.68 | 87% |
| 1695 | 2013-07-10 14:05:29 | 48.39 | 90% |
| 842 | 2013-06-11 15:50:27 | 50.17 | 95% |
| 804 | 2013-06-11 03:43:12 | 50.42 | 94% |
| 759 | 2013-06-10 10:09:23 | 25.53 | 90% |
| 92 | 2013-05-23 10:25:16 | 38.04 | 90% |