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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1927 | 2012-08-27 18:49:21 | 77.65 | 97% |
| 1181 | 2012-05-21 10:53:51 | 81.86 | 98% |
| 334 | 2012-04-21 00:43:25 | 70.62 | 98% |
| 239 | 2012-04-15 17:53:25 | 74.94 | 96% |