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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1104 | 2012-04-04 16:47:08 | 91.42 | 91% |
| 1058 | 2012-03-13 16:37:16 | 94.26 | 92% |
| 756 | 2012-01-18 18:20:35 | 87.83 | 93% |
| 685 | 2012-01-05 19:13:49 | 91.34 | 95% |
| 77 | 2011-10-11 21:04:19 | 71.15 | 90% |