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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1803 | 2013-01-30 09:19:05 | 57.84 | 98% |
| 1511 | 2013-01-09 11:50:26 | 52.29 | 95% |
| 920 | 2012-11-23 16:12:50 | 50.46 | 97% |
| 449 | 2012-11-13 11:14:40 | 52.89 | 96% |