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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 90 | 2013-04-06 10:51:22 | 115.00 | 92% |
| 55 | 2012-10-16 10:03:13 | 119.42 | 95% |
| 54 | 2012-10-16 10:02:21 | 114.00 | 93% |
| 47 | 2012-10-06 09:18:42 | 111.87 | 94% |