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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2645 | 2013-04-26 05:49:12 | 57.42 | 90% |
| 2304 | 2013-01-10 07:02:50 | 66.88 | 93% |
| 1925 | 2012-11-06 06:53:36 | 66.84 | 93% |
| 1707 | 2012-10-16 05:48:45 | 59.05 | 88% |
| 907 | 2012-08-07 08:01:37 | 61.26 | 95% |
| 786 | 2012-08-01 09:39:19 | 59.08 | 93% |