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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1527 | 2013-10-04 11:13:22 | 42.89 | 96% |
| 1381 | 2013-10-01 18:35:05 | 37.03 | 93% |
| 1285 | 2013-10-01 10:51:08 | 46.51 | 97% |
| 1268 | 2013-10-01 08:13:57 | 32.20 | 93% |
| 1242 | 2013-09-30 09:34:22 | 41.10 | 91% |
| 860 | 2013-09-23 06:15:59 | 42.24 | 95% |
| 793 | 2013-09-22 11:21:22 | 38.97 | 94% |