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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 391 | 2011-10-17 10:56:55 | 68.86 | 95% |
| 358 | 2011-10-14 14:34:29 | 59.55 | 94% |
| 204 | 2011-05-13 03:15:18 | 46.60 | 97% |
| 59 | 2011-02-18 17:43:24 | 56.14 |