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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1015 | 2011-10-23 00:44:47 | 93.94 | 94% |
| 924 | 2011-10-16 07:41:18 | 86.90 | 93% |
| 819 | 2011-10-11 01:19:55 | 87.58 | 92% |
| 762 | 2011-10-10 22:16:36 | 98.85 | 94% |
| 439 | 2011-09-22 21:43:51 | 87.93 | 96% |