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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1781 | 2013-09-10 14:12:58 | 60.68 | 93% |
| 1042 | 2012-11-11 13:37:10 | 53.87 | 91% |
| 1014 | 2012-11-10 13:34:38 | 61.90 | 94% |
| 612 | 2012-06-10 15:44:03 | 56.27 | 92% |
| 274 | 2012-05-22 12:23:23 | 51.22 | 94% |