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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1336 | 2013-09-02 22:55:40 | 66.80 | 94% |
| 1324 | 2013-09-02 22:27:43 | 72.79 | 93% |
| 1320 | 2013-08-31 16:37:53 | 72.78 | 98% |
| 1039 | 2012-09-07 23:23:37 | 66.93 | 99% |
| 951 | 2012-07-28 03:16:28 | 73.26 | 98% |