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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1005 | 2012-01-11 14:38:46 | 54.17 | 92% |
| 915 | 2012-01-08 10:13:14 | 47.40 | 91% |
| 735 | 2012-01-04 16:26:32 | 55.62 | 93% |
| 547 | 2012-01-01 14:57:21 | 56.94 | 90% |
| 423 | 2012-01-01 11:23:40 | 49.69 | 86% |
| 236 | 2011-12-22 20:21:42 | 53.31 | 94% |
| 201 | 2011-12-13 19:32:28 | 53.83 | 88% |
| 39 | 2011-11-25 16:15:03 | 49.98 | 88% |