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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1770 | 2012-12-09 15:47:10 | 75.62 | 94% |
| 1274 | 2012-11-09 13:05:26 | 88.65 | 98% |
| 1131 | 2012-11-08 07:42:47 | 76.14 | 95% |
| 688 | 2012-10-29 22:16:30 | 77.50 | 97% |
| 36 | 2012-10-18 23:48:54 | 69.55 | 99% |