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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 383 | 2011-08-11 15:37:40 | 56.56 | 96% |
| 148 | 2011-07-07 01:30:36 | 58.44 | 95% |
| 85 | 2011-06-18 22:48:24 | 54.58 | 94% |
| 58 | 2011-06-18 02:24:01 | 55.20 | 95% |
| 32 | 2011-06-17 00:56:33 | 49.16 | 91% |