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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1529 | 2013-05-14 01:54:13 | 69.47 | 89% |
| 1344 | 2013-05-09 17:30:45 | 76.03 | 92% |
| 1176 | 2013-05-06 22:09:39 | 70.18 | 89% |
| 1034 | 2012-11-15 03:34:10 | 70.73 | 91% |