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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1691 | 2012-07-05 20:20:24 | 78.11 | 94% |
| 1683 | 2012-07-05 13:00:53 | 80.51 | 97% |
| 1463 | 2012-06-28 12:28:20 | 76.13 | 95% |
| 165 | 2012-03-24 19:48:29 | 64.61 | 98% |