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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1620 | 2013-11-13 08:08:49 | 73.54 | 93% |
| 1605 | 2013-11-13 07:53:31 | 75.55 | 95% |
| 1530 | 2013-11-13 04:45:57 | 69.52 | 92% |
| 1528 | 2013-11-13 04:43:58 | 70.13 | 93% |
| 1353 | 2013-11-10 14:46:34 | 70.25 | 94% |
| 1239 | 2013-11-08 02:50:02 | 70.95 | 94% |
| 290 | 2013-10-15 06:40:22 | 63.29 | 92% |