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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3585 | 2013-04-12 21:22:21 | 62.63 | 97% |
| 3576 | 2013-04-12 20:18:23 | 43.88 | 85% |
| 3506 | 2013-04-05 20:55:02 | 62.93 | 95% |
| 2633 | 2013-02-13 17:44:01 | 42.92 | 89% |
| 2278 | 2013-01-28 19:18:55 | 56.69 | 91% |
| 1246 | 2012-11-15 21:28:43 | 37.98 | 92% |
| 536 | 2012-08-13 20:23:25 | 46.04 | 92% |