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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2371 | 2012-08-25 10:43:58 | 64.86 | 97% |
| 1449 | 2012-07-06 16:20:28 | 67.30 | 93% |
| 1196 | 2012-06-28 09:31:37 | 60.56 | 94% |
| 973 | 2012-06-24 03:23:05 | 61.48 | 93% |
| 650 | 2012-06-15 12:37:58 | 53.93 | 87% |
| 609 | 2012-06-15 11:11:24 | 60.10 | 93% |
| 537 | 2012-06-11 01:25:18 | 61.46 | 95% |
| 351 | 2012-05-26 07:24:06 | 58.07 | 95% |