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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1696 | 2012-01-04 17:47:30 | 59.37 | 89% |
| 1643 | 2012-01-03 17:27:19 | 60.69 | 88% |
| 1508 | 2011-12-28 20:37:30 | 57.30 | 88% |
| 1341 | 2011-12-23 19:31:16 | 51.79 | 85% |
| 1141 | 2011-12-20 18:08:41 | 65.42 | 94% |
| 798 | 2011-12-08 20:27:50 | 55.76 | 89% |
| 770 | 2011-12-08 17:57:17 | 51.55 | 85% |
| 604 | 2011-12-03 15:48:09 | 58.59 | 89% |