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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1258 | 2012-03-02 20:32:53 | 62.57 | 87% |
| 808 | 2012-01-27 22:16:08 | 65.68 | 92% |
| 764 | 2012-01-23 21:47:19 | 57.96 | 87% |
| 596 | 2012-01-17 20:12:24 | 58.20 | 92% |
| 481 | 2012-01-10 19:46:31 | 60.94 | 93% |