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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1689 | 2012-12-22 14:33:24 | 80.90 | 96% |
| 1493 | 2012-11-22 01:27:11 | 74.70 | 97% |
| 926 | 2012-10-17 18:45:45 | 70.32 | 94% |
| 538 | 2012-09-26 03:38:45 | 60.98 | 93% |
| 53 | 2012-08-14 16:10:45 | 45.03 | 90% |