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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 151 | 2013-03-18 19:05:38 | 40.59 | 85% |
| 41 | 2012-08-21 19:02:21 | 37.40 | 95% |
| 29 | 2012-08-21 18:33:44 | 35.22 | 94% |
| 8 | 2012-08-12 01:51:58 | 28.60 | 89% |