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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 968 | 2013-04-20 03:00:33 | 64.94 | 93% |
| 721 | 2013-02-20 17:29:45 | 62.85 | 94% |
| 281 | 2013-01-08 03:53:00 | 51.38 | 94% |
| 252 | 2012-12-20 05:55:53 | 44.51 | 89% |
| 131 | 2012-11-18 02:38:33 | 40.61 | 93% |