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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1242 | 2013-07-22 16:43:49 | 61.79 | 94% |
| 838 | 2013-07-06 00:17:08 | 58.19 | 91% |
| 471 | 2013-06-22 02:09:01 | 56.84 | 92% |
| 195 | 2013-06-12 23:53:56 | 51.79 | 88% |