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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 866 | 2013-10-03 03:18:00 | 71.36 | 95% |
| 619 | 2013-09-26 09:40:37 | 71.68 | 97% |
| 555 | 2013-09-21 06:30:55 | 65.59 | 95% |
| 505 | 2013-09-21 03:30:50 | 68.79 | 97% |
| 254 | 2013-09-17 01:42:09 | 55.28 | 93% |