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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1108 | 2013-07-21 16:06:21 | 82.81 | 96% |
| 547 | 2013-06-08 00:46:40 | 85.29 | 98% |
| 473 | 2013-06-06 22:33:35 | 73.63 | 90% |
| 354 | 2013-06-06 00:05:51 | 83.40 | 95% |