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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1745 | 2012-05-25 13:39:52 | 64.51 | 94% |
| 1590 | 2012-05-23 08:20:25 | 64.38 | 94% |
| 1373 | 2012-05-12 12:28:40 | 51.83 | 85% |
| 1060 | 2012-04-19 13:46:55 | 55.21 | 95% |
| 433 | 2012-02-22 04:32:12 | 48.14 | 95% |
| 352 | 2011-11-20 09:38:06 | 39.77 | 96% |
| 280 | 2011-11-19 18:50:02 | 38.37 | 93% |
| 96 | 2011-11-16 07:36:09 | 35.02 | 92% |