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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1487 | 2011-06-08 18:35:20 | 82.72 | 96% |
| 1472 | 2011-05-22 00:14:09 | 74.49 | 95% |
| 1199 | 2011-05-10 13:59:13 | 75.93 | 95% |
| 725 | 2011-05-02 18:44:28 | 73.61 | |
| 272 | 2011-04-21 18:11:23 | 75.57 |