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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3028 | 2012-11-08 11:12:44 | 80.32 | 92% |
| 2891 | 2012-08-18 11:17:04 | 76.67 | 94% |
| 2003 | 2012-03-02 16:41:24 | 77.30 | 91% |
| 961 | 2012-01-13 15:38:17 | 70.89 | 93% |
| 726 | 2011-12-28 15:50:12 | 71.03 | 91% |
| 493 | 2011-12-03 14:13:28 | 65.47 | 91% |
| 237 | 2011-06-04 09:13:12 | 65.92 | 93% |