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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1340 | 2012-12-29 17:27:37 | 89.97 | 97% |
| 951 | 2012-11-21 04:12:28 | 87.18 | 95% |
| 868 | 2012-11-15 04:59:59 | 75.75 | 89% |
| 796 | 2012-11-13 03:28:52 | 79.99 | 92% |
| 369 | 2012-09-07 03:04:46 | 85.85 | 95% |