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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 577 | 2013-03-01 14:36:57 | 71.46 | 95% |
| 512 | 2013-02-09 21:59:46 | 74.94 | 97% |
| 457 | 2013-01-22 20:08:50 | 76.99 | 97% |
| 231 | 2012-12-06 22:55:34 | 69.79 | 94% |
| 39 | 2012-10-30 20:23:23 | 45.70 | 85% |