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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1279 | 2013-06-10 23:34:18 | 82.50 | 91% |
| 1202 | 2013-05-21 22:00:01 | 72.75 | 86% |
| 1179 | 2013-05-13 22:22:44 | 80.50 | 90% |
| 1163 | 2013-05-08 00:07:51 | 84.56 | 90% |
| 247 | 2010-08-24 04:11:31 | 36.48 |