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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 361 | 2012-02-13 21:23:30 | 53.54 | 93% |
| 283 | 2012-02-09 01:09:29 | 57.07 | 91% |
| 234 | 2012-02-08 17:18:04 | 55.32 | 89% |
| 192 | 2012-01-12 20:44:16 | 56.27 | 94% |
| 187 | 2012-01-12 20:32:27 | 53.80 | 96% |