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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 679 | 2012-01-04 16:26:28 | 60.41 | 93% |
| 272 | 2011-09-14 10:37:16 | 43.12 | 92% |
| 205 | 2011-09-13 14:14:40 | 40.08 | 96% |
| 166 | 2011-09-03 05:32:16 | 37.55 | 93% |
| 118 | 2011-08-29 04:24:30 | 35.46 | 92% |