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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1153 | 2012-08-04 09:10:24 | 66.68 | 88% |
| 1098 | 2012-07-21 07:24:51 | 61.79 | 85% |
| 953 | 2012-07-15 15:04:02 | 68.26 | 89% |
| 766 | 2012-06-18 02:09:07 | 60.31 | 91% |
| 656 | 2012-06-13 20:07:58 | 63.10 | 85% |
| 79 | 2011-02-23 07:11:23 | 61.10 |