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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2748 | 2014-12-12 04:33:35 | 75.46 | 93% |
| 2695 | 2014-04-12 22:32:23 | 72.49 | 95% |
| 2339 | 2014-03-08 21:22:21 | 78.88 | 97% |
| 1039 | 2012-11-23 21:09:28 | 61.51 | 91% |
| 938 | 2012-11-19 15:47:10 | 64.69 | 91% |
| 642 | 2012-11-13 15:44:18 | 66.53 | 93% |