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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1467 | 2013-03-15 23:19:15 | 95.11 | 92% |
| 1285 | 2013-03-13 09:19:29 | 96.37 | 94% |
| 1201 | 2013-03-12 03:13:15 | 98.59 | 94% |
| 1173 | 2013-03-11 17:17:34 | 107.56 | 96% |
| 662 | 2013-03-06 10:18:58 | 94.63 | 90% |