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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1351 | 2013-06-10 11:07:43 | 95.04 | 95% |
| 967 | 2013-05-19 10:02:51 | 77.16 | 91% |
| 636 | 2013-05-07 18:52:31 | 74.44 | 90% |
| 80 | 2013-04-14 20:28:04 | 77.09 | 90% |