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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1017 | 2012-07-29 03:02:11 | 45.54 | 96% |
| 836 | 2012-07-05 04:02:24 | 46.13 | 96% |
| 643 | 2012-06-26 02:43:03 | 40.97 | 94% |
| 317 | 2012-06-16 07:18:32 | 35.01 | 97% |