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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 609 | 2011-05-30 07:32:40 | 34.78 | 84% |
| 540 | 2011-05-27 08:46:48 | 35.82 | 81% |
| 274 | 2011-05-20 17:52:46 | 34.85 | 88% |
| 179 | 2011-05-19 11:20:56 | 31.47 | 84% |