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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1095 | 2013-09-03 06:54:22 | 66.89 | 95% |
| 996 | 2013-08-07 01:54:36 | 56.90 | 91% |
| 602 | 2013-05-04 12:43:37 | 56.77 | 92% |
| 490 | 2013-04-13 12:20:13 | 61.31 | 95% |
| 370 | 2013-03-06 12:04:05 | 59.80 | 94% |
| 346 | 2013-02-26 12:35:02 | 66.50 | 96% |