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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1088 | 2013-04-12 17:33:53 | 76.17 | 94% |
| 1062 | 2013-04-10 18:13:38 | 81.05 | 97% |
| 941 | 2013-04-05 17:28:41 | 72.94 | 94% |
| 768 | 2012-07-23 19:55:50 | 71.29 | 97% |
| 98 | 2012-05-28 19:12:16 | 37.34 | 98% |