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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1271 | 2013-04-25 02:32:35 | 57.60 | 97% |
| 678 | 2013-04-16 22:58:22 | 62.21 | 97% |
| 390 | 2012-12-12 01:39:33 | 56.69 | 95% |
| 260 | 2012-03-17 08:30:21 | 53.27 | 97% |