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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1201 | 2012-05-06 08:24:02 | 64.35 | 94% |
| 631 | 2012-02-20 09:43:36 | 46.05 | 88% |
| 623 | 2012-02-20 09:30:44 | 51.66 | 91% |
| 308 | 2012-01-15 10:25:14 | 26.41 | 85% |