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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1054 | 2013-07-20 19:50:59 | 86.65 | 92% |
| 842 | 2012-12-27 13:07:12 | 76.57 | 90% |
| 757 | 2012-11-09 15:10:25 | 76.82 | 89% |
| 439 | 2012-10-12 19:08:54 | 72.18 | 93% |
| 61 | 2012-08-27 14:53:44 | 72.48 | 95% |