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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1982 | 2011-10-26 19:18:16 | 99.85 | 98% |
| 1695 | 2011-10-13 14:25:24 | 93.28 | 96% |
| 1562 | 2011-10-11 01:19:56 | 85.20 | 94% |
| 1386 | 2011-10-06 09:15:24 | 88.08 | 94% |
| 641 | 2011-09-05 17:18:27 | 84.77 | 96% |
| 469 | 2011-09-03 14:32:31 | 89.02 | 96% |
| 261 | 2011-08-31 14:54:39 | 84.16 | 96% |
| 153 | 2011-08-28 13:57:33 | 72.54 | 93% |