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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1692 | 2013-04-01 06:38:51 | 77.93 | 98% |
| 1670 | 2013-04-01 05:07:09 | 77.62 | 96% |
| 1516 | 2013-03-28 18:45:47 | 71.37 | 96% |
| 1059 | 2013-03-04 23:05:51 | 72.20 | 94% |
| 657 | 2013-02-21 22:59:02 | 60.17 | 89% |