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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1606 | 2011-11-23 16:02:56 | 64.21 | 96% |
| 909 | 2011-11-17 13:57:22 | 62.16 | 97% |
| 817 | 2011-11-16 07:47:49 | 42.69 | 94% |
| 462 | 2011-11-02 09:17:23 | 62.16 | 95% |
| 60 | 2011-10-30 05:19:39 | 54.59 | 94% |
| 24 | 2011-10-28 19:32:29 | 65.60 | 97% |