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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1492 | 2013-04-06 06:34:25 | 86.67 | 90% |
| 1455 | 2013-04-04 04:01:07 | 71.95 | 85% |
| 941 | 2012-12-23 13:16:40 | 90.20 | 92% |
| 728 | 2012-12-03 07:59:13 | 96.40 | 94% |
| 505 | 2012-11-27 23:34:17 | 75.14 | 86% |
| 205 | 2012-11-09 10:06:42 | 91.57 | 91% |
| 67 | 2012-10-31 10:31:03 | 86.61 | 90% |