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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2160 | 2012-11-11 15:24:07 | 61.96 | 89% |
| 2013 | 2012-09-05 13:42:14 | 70.55 | 90% |
| 1809 | 2012-08-11 20:59:18 | 52.38 | 80% |
| 1701 | 2012-07-31 16:30:14 | 67.70 | 86% |
| 1643 | 2012-07-19 21:33:20 | 60.42 | 86% |
| 1550 | 2012-06-23 17:50:56 | 64.59 | 88% |
| 1421 | 2012-05-12 19:34:04 | 55.80 | 85% |