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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2155 | 2012-11-09 03:27:27 | 71.54 | 89% |
| 1818 | 2012-09-13 01:48:17 | 62.09 | 81% |
| 1624 | 2012-05-22 02:26:54 | 61.37 | 82% |
| 1561 | 2012-05-16 03:01:00 | 55.21 | 78% |
| 1109 | 2012-04-29 00:01:28 | 54.40 | 82% |
| 64 | 2011-11-11 19:37:54 | 36.02 | 84% |