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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 967 | 2012-11-20 21:27:20 | 63.87 | 86% |
| 448 | 2012-03-08 22:54:08 | 63.98 | 88% |
| 385 | 2012-03-07 20:14:27 | 78.28 | 95% |
| 78 | 2011-12-27 21:26:34 | 62.75 | 89% |