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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1458 | 2011-07-08 05:25:51 | 51.27 | 91% |
| 1310 | 2011-03-25 13:12:28 | 53.97 | |
| 1209 | 2011-03-07 04:06:00 | 53.44 | |
| 1022 | 2011-02-21 14:40:52 | 55.59 | |
| 526 | 2011-02-06 14:13:19 | 37.43 |