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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 587 | 2012-02-05 00:03:30 | 65.31 | 94% |
| 345 | 2012-01-29 01:00:12 | 52.94 | 91% |
| 220 | 2012-01-26 04:00:33 | 52.89 | 90% |
| 93 | 2012-01-24 03:13:56 | 46.01 | 92% |
| 83 | 2012-01-24 03:02:14 | 45.73 | 91% |