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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2347 | 2012-09-29 03:20:10 | 68.97 | 86% |
| 1994 | 2012-09-16 03:02:19 | 89.28 | 94% |
| 1383 | 2012-09-07 01:44:20 | 78.65 | 94% |
| 1166 | 2012-08-31 23:42:32 | 83.24 | 93% |
| 606 | 2012-08-12 00:04:20 | 80.03 | 93% |
| 233 | 2012-08-09 22:26:16 | 88.10 | 96% |