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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2369 | 2013-03-15 20:36:00 | 52.91 | 88% |
| 2164 | 2013-03-12 15:43:56 | 55.06 | 92% |
| 805 | 2013-02-12 16:35:59 | 52.53 | 93% |
| 119 | 2013-01-23 18:44:03 | 50.20 | 94% |