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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2194 | 2014-02-05 04:10:22 | 94.31 | 93% |
| 860 | 2012-09-29 23:40:09 | 96.08 | 93% |
| 258 | 2012-09-09 05:31:08 | 85.21 | 94% |
| 187 | 2012-09-08 19:10:58 | 82.10 | 90% |
| 6 | 2012-09-08 02:18:12 | 76.39 | 91% |