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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1124 | 2011-10-11 05:10:43 | 58.18 | 94% |
| 952 | 2011-10-08 03:40:05 | 60.79 | 93% |
| 897 | 2011-10-06 06:00:40 | 59.77 | 94% |
| 86 | 2011-07-26 10:38:46 | 47.91 | 92% |