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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 505 | 2012-02-24 22:12:54 | 78.04 | 97% |
| 409 | 2012-02-05 00:03:21 | 80.56 | 94% |
| 384 | 2012-02-03 17:07:20 | 63.58 | 93% |
| 296 | 2012-01-25 20:55:13 | 70.22 | 96% |
| 268 | 2012-01-07 12:25:14 | 73.02 | 95% |