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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1508 | 2012-07-30 23:25:15 | 44.99 | 86% |
| 1229 | 2012-06-24 15:44:12 | 45.70 | 88% |
| 816 | 2012-05-28 14:18:54 | 37.78 | 84% |
| 737 | 2012-05-23 00:38:13 | 40.04 | 87% |
| 636 | 2012-05-15 00:19:41 | 38.39 | 88% |
| 543 | 2012-05-11 02:33:26 | 38.19 | 89% |
| 320 | 2012-05-04 00:10:01 | 32.02 | 87% |