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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1058 | 2013-12-25 02:19:46 | 97.64 | 91% |
| 1019 | 2013-12-16 04:43:02 | 112.16 | 95% |
| 790 | 2013-11-29 05:32:15 | 110.98 | 96% |
| 756 | 2013-11-17 07:03:09 | 98.35 | 95% |
| 373 | 2012-03-09 04:45:07 | 92.39 | 93% |