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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 475 | 2012-06-28 10:28:39 | 40.17 | 94% |
| 458 | 2012-06-27 08:46:53 | 43.45 | 95% |
| 359 | 2012-06-12 18:02:52 | 32.42 | 91% |
| 264 | 2012-06-11 14:46:54 | 34.78 | 91% |
| 129 | 2012-06-11 02:51:14 | 38.14 | 92% |