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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2591 | 2012-10-19 14:03:19 | 50.26 | 96% |
| 2047 | 2012-09-06 12:27:13 | 56.84 | 99% |
| 2022 | 2012-08-28 07:59:42 | 52.02 | 97% |
| 1848 | 2012-08-02 08:13:11 | 48.61 | 96% |
| 1761 | 2012-07-29 12:03:18 | 48.25 | 93% |
| 1511 | 2012-07-20 04:05:55 | 37.69 | 89% |
| 1124 | 2012-07-06 05:44:37 | 47.89 | 96% |
| 462 | 2012-06-23 11:22:33 | 41.56 | 97% |
| 354 | 2012-06-22 11:07:19 | 38.42 | 94% |
| 237 | 2012-06-22 03:57:04 | 37.16 | 92% |