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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2056 | 2011-10-06 08:12:21 | 43.54 | 88% |
| 1440 | 2011-10-03 01:58:09 | 43.08 | 91% |
| 1045 | 2011-09-26 09:49:03 | 42.03 | 92% |
| 588 | 2011-09-22 05:30:51 | 35.40 | 88% |