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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1289 | 2012-02-02 06:02:10 | 58.54 | 90% |
| 839 | 2011-06-23 03:53:41 | 67.10 | 93% |
| 805 | 2011-06-23 02:43:32 | 64.30 | 90% |
| 778 | 2011-06-21 03:46:03 | 55.15 | 93% |
| 244 | 2011-06-03 14:39:00 | 51.69 | 95% |
| 72 | 2011-05-05 15:32:03 | 48.33 | 93% |