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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2643 | 2013-08-02 20:37:05 | 60.75 | 90% |
| 1789 | 2012-12-25 06:33:57 | 61.18 | 94% |
| 482 | 2012-11-25 05:56:38 | 60.17 | 93% |
| 201 | 2012-11-20 00:12:18 | 59.71 | 89% |
| 112 | 2012-11-15 21:54:26 | 44.66 | 94% |