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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1698 | 2012-10-12 01:22:38 | 45.21 | 93% |
| 1553 | 2011-12-19 13:46:18 | 42.11 | 90% |
| 1544 | 2011-12-19 13:25:25 | 40.33 | 85% |
| 1412 | 2011-12-01 15:22:54 | 41.25 | 88% |
| 709 | 2011-09-04 16:49:41 | 31.79 | 88% |