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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2436 | 2013-05-24 05:15:32 | 81.01 | 99% |
| 2154 | 2013-05-18 02:18:34 | 68.42 | 94% |
| 2032 | 2013-05-17 03:01:03 | 78.49 | 97% |
| 1880 | 2013-05-12 17:51:22 | 64.73 | 94% |
| 1846 | 2013-05-09 21:26:40 | 74.38 | 97% |
| 1711 | 2013-05-09 03:29:23 | 75.42 | 97% |
| 1469 | 2013-05-05 22:19:27 | 68.55 | 96% |
| 595 | 2013-04-30 15:49:56 | 66.11 | 94% |