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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1141 | 2012-04-12 11:26:29 | 65.71 | 98% |
| 1062 | 2012-04-10 13:45:24 | 59.48 | 95% |
| 537 | 2012-04-02 06:26:54 | 63.75 | 98% |
| 393 | 2012-03-27 12:09:25 | 53.56 | 95% |
| 333 | 2012-03-25 12:57:10 | 53.86 | 97% |