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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 863 | 2013-04-15 04:02:09 | 96.53 | 91% |
| 740 | 2012-12-25 23:03:12 | 121.07 | 98% |
| 543 | 2012-10-14 07:09:37 | 112.64 | 98% |
| 347 | 2012-09-18 21:51:23 | 110.61 | 97% |
| 27 | 2012-08-29 17:51:57 | 98.14 | 95% |