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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1146 | 2013-06-28 16:50:01 | 61.14 | 95% |
| 1073 | 2013-06-22 06:52:50 | 71.14 | 93% |
| 1050 | 2013-06-20 14:03:59 | 66.81 | 95% |
| 918 | 2013-06-05 18:16:50 | 69.26 | 97% |
| 636 | 2013-05-20 12:43:30 | 54.90 | 93% |
| 254 | 2012-02-12 17:42:20 | 68.53 | 97% |
| 116 | 2012-02-03 20:14:57 | 64.91 | 93% |