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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1776 | 2013-08-13 12:32:11 | 56.88 | 98% |
| 1673 | 2013-07-28 21:33:41 | 61.21 | 99% |
| 1391 | 2012-10-03 16:50:10 | 47.33 | 97% |
| 509 | 2012-08-17 17:19:35 | 42.27 | 95% |