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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1762 | 2013-11-30 10:13:13 | 67.33 | 94% |
| 837 | 2013-09-08 12:59:25 | 67.79 | 97% |
| 388 | 2013-08-24 02:37:55 | 51.98 | 95% |
| 329 | 2013-08-22 08:53:52 | 56.35 | 95% |