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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1464 | 2012-08-10 15:02:35 | 61.42 | 86% |
| 1275 | 2012-08-05 15:33:47 | 62.93 | 89% |
| 1093 | 2012-08-02 01:20:19 | 64.52 | 89% |
| 529 | 2012-07-11 07:06:08 | 53.93 | 85% |
| 196 | 2012-06-26 10:11:24 | 51.87 | 85% |