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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1426 | 2012-11-20 22:54:34 | 41.23 | 98% |
| 549 | 2012-08-20 09:57:53 | 37.20 | 97% |
| 311 | 2012-08-11 11:01:39 | 34.71 | 97% |
| 202 | 2012-08-04 05:55:11 | 27.73 | 90% |