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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1190 | 2011-10-17 21:14:36 | 71.36 | 97% |
| 1113 | 2011-10-03 20:36:33 | 68.39 | 95% |
| 466 | 2011-07-02 10:49:19 | 67.45 | 97% |
| 223 | 2011-06-24 15:42:43 | 60.28 | 96% |