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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1013 | 2012-03-23 14:06:45 | 66.05 | 96% |
| 837 | 2012-03-03 13:59:28 | 66.74 | 98% |
| 453 | 2012-02-16 13:48:44 | 59.25 | 93% |
| 448 | 2012-02-16 13:43:52 | 63.54 | 97% |
| 263 | 2012-02-11 12:44:39 | 52.47 | 94% |